It was quite the grim day in the barren lands of Dartith, the sky full of black clouds that would never be able to rain upon the dried up lands, only just hand over the soil mockingly so. A simple black carriage rolled along the barren stone road, escorted by two guards wearing the symbol of the kingdom of Rindall. The Princess sat quietly in the carriage, having nothing else on her person but the letter of surrender that her father wrote and the clothing on her body. She gave a small sigh as she closed her eyes, knowing that her country didn't have much of a choice anymore as the Dartith soldiers stood, ready and waiting to slice the inoccent people of her home to pieces. Emmica's father had said she would become the king's bride but she wasn't so sure about that...Such a violent man would have no use for noble blood in his marriage, or for any marriage at all...no she would be tossed and used until he grew tired of her company, no ring or ceremony to keep her safe. However she held on strongly to her father's words, if not to make her people happy, than at least to keep herself from breaking down. The carriage approched the aging castle of Dartith, it's worn walls and spikes proving it had survived many deadly battles, and would survive even more that would come. Her carriage stopped in front of the castle gate, her guards opening the door and helping her out. Looking at the deadly guards of the gate she took in a slow breath before dismissing her guards to return to their home, leaving her to accept any fate that the king saw fit for her. Cluching onto her father's letter, she approched to armed men and showed them the piece of paper. "I am Princess Emmica Benard of Rindall...I've come in my father's name...to deliver my father's official letter of surrender..." She said calmly, her tone sad but brave.