[BCOLOR=#ffffff] [BCOLOR=#ffffff]Prince Lambert[/BCOLOR][/BCOLOR] was awoken early that morning by his mother. She threw open the drapes of their home and turned toward Lambert's bed clapping her hands. "Good morning my sweet son. Today is the day! you marry for your country today. Oh I am just so excited. My little boy is finally getting married." Lambert rolled onto his back, running his hands through his dark red hair, that fell slightly over his shoulders. "How can you be so excited about all of this mother. I don't even know the girl, what if she is ugly. Then I'm doomed to be with the queen of yuck for the rest of my life." Lambert's mother smacked the top of his head and sighed at him. "Now, that's enough, this girl is very beautiful and is the daughter of a king that your father needs you to get along with so he can gain more kingdoms in his favor. Now get out of bed and dress yourself in something nice. we leave to meet her at your new home in 3 hours." Lambert groaned once more and waited for his mother to leave. Throwing the blankets off of his bed he swung his legs onto the floor and dragged himself into the shower. Turning on the water, to steaming hot. He liked his showers hot. Lambert removed his clothes and stepped inside, letting the hot water cover his body for a moment than quickly washed up and stepped out. Shaking his hair in a towel he walked back into his room, not bothering to cover himself, no one was in his room so why should he. Opening his closet he pulled out a black [BCOLOR=#000000][BCOLOR=#000000]Outfit[/BCOLOR] [/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=#000000] [/BCOLOR]that his mother had chosen for him to wear the night prior. Lambert dressed himself and walked down the stairs to his dinning room where he ate breakfast and then stood in the main hall, where his father told him to wait. He stood silently. He hair falling over his eyes, slightly. Lambert had no care for arranged marriages, however he did not want to marry an ugly queen, he found himself to be rather attractive and believed that he deserved someone to match his look. His mother father came into the main hall conversing about the new castle that was just built for Lambert and his new queen. "It will fabulous Lambert, you will love it. Fit for a king, just like you are going to be my boy." Lambert's father patted him on the back and lead him outside where they crawled into a chariot and left for their journey to Lambert's new home. Lambert sat silently, on the ride, his mother to his left, holding his arm.