Niklomaus liked the heat. Yes, it was an odd thing for one of his kind to say, but he didn't exactly say it out loud either. His people were dwellers of the earth, large stone cities underground where they rarely saw the sun. Mounds they called their homes and Sidhe they called themselves. What the outside world called them...well, that was far less polite for Sidhe were an arrogant race, thinking themselves high above everyone around them. They looked down on the other races and only tolerated some. They had been at war with many. They never mixed their bloodlines with another species, hating halfbreeds above all else and so this new union between the Chaktawe and their own kind was astounding to anyone who had heard about it. The Sidhe usually made 'peace' with money, land negotiations or with some other valuable means, but never with marriage. This war, though, had been going on for far too long and rumor had it that a greater enemy was on the rise against all lands. They couldn't afford to be at odds with each other anymore. Still, that didn't quite explain why King Donn would choose his oldest grandson and the next heir following his own son, the Crown Prince Finnbheara to be the one to marry. Niklomaus was High Prince after his father and he had two brothers after him and a sister, two of whom were not promised nor married to anyone. They would have been well-suited to be used in an alliance....but King Donn had chosen his first grandson. Such a thing was baffling to all but the Sidhe and Nik himself. But Niklomaus wasn't much like the rest of his kin as it was. He loved the sun for starters and while the rest of his family was either riding with some kind of covering or like the Crown Princess and his sister, taking the carriage, the white-haired Sidhe was far more inclined to enjoy the warmth. He was sure it was the only thing he'd be enjoying for a while. He was to marry a stranger, an enemy until recently and the thought didn't sit well with Nik at all. The horse under him shifted at his tight grip on the reigns and he released them slowly with a sigh, patting the damp neck of the beast with a mumbled apology that made the horse bob her head a bit, he looked back up at their destination. It was a city, in a way, he guessed, with most structures being made from clay, baked hard and durable by the sun. There were some buildings made out of bricks or stones, but they looked to belong to the wealthier and such would make sense. Bricks and stones would have to be carried into the desert, rare and expensive. More practical seemed to be the large tents scattered about that waved and rustled in the wind but stayed firmly nailed down where they belonged. Nik had to wonder if they were moved from time to time for any reason... The reason for the city being here, in this location with its hard-packed streets and little market-places was the great oasis at its center, providing the much needed and life-giving water that the desert was so hard to come by. It seemed to act as a gather place if the structures near the water were anything to go by. That was all Niklomaus could see from the distance and as they grew closer, the full picture was lost. His pale blue eyes flickered to his father, but the Crown Prince didn't acknowledge him as they rode into the the city and it was Taraghlan - his brother - who gave him a look and Nik sighed, knowing what it meant. He didn't like it, but he fipped his own hood up, effectively hiding his white hair and identity for the time being.