René had traveled all day all day for the Ball, ridding his noble white stallion "Fierté de René" as he approached the majestic palace. He was reserved in his appearance, yet a flutter filled his chest at the thought of meeting his to be bride. Would this be an equal marriage? He was certain he wouldn't love her, as he wasn't entirely sure he would ever really love again after Marianne's death. However, his father pursued him that it might be a good idea. Not only will this provide a new alliance, but it will hopefully give his daughter a positive role model to grow up around. That was reason enough for him to go though with this marriage.
When he entered the hall, the crier announced him accordingly. "Henri René d'Aramitz Prince of Aramitz."
René walked down the stairs, walking like a solder on the battlefield. He was well accustom to the art of war, and looking at the mass of people staring at him as though he were a three head duck made it all the more easier to think of them as those who would want to due him hard. His last step-mother's face came to thought for a moment, but quickly faded as he approached the princesses standing together in formation.
Smart keep ranks, stand close as to not be separated. he thought to himself. However this tactic would only last so long, sooner or later everything must part, like the ocean upon the shoreline. Though it seems it was meant to be, sooner or later you are standing in wet sand, that will engulf you into the earth wail that which you desire foams away into the sea.
He took the first steps from the sand, and approached the princesses he borrowed gently and spoke genteelly. "Bonjour, vous pouvez altesses je me introuduce? (Hello, your highness' may I introuduce myself?) Henri René d'Aramitz le Prince de Aramitz."