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For a moment, Kezia frowned even deeper at her sister's words. Sh had half a mind to roll her eyes; like this warrior's history was supposed to make her feel better about all this. If anything, she felt worse, inwardly bemoaing her rotten luck at being wed to some brutish, morally doubtious fighter. He wasn't a true soldier...not like sir Malchior.

As the carriage stopped, the younng woman shook her head at Sera, further upset that her sibling thought she was crying. A single tear was not crying! "I'm fine, sister." She assured Sera, hitching up the skirt of her dress as she prepaared to exit.

The two men to greet them were not quite how she imagined, though she was at least very clearly able to tell them apart. The prince regeant had an eye patch and an almost bored expression on his face. The other male, by contrast, was dressed in some armor (and much more decent looking attire than she would have guessed for a mercenary, he could almost pass for a real soldier). He was also not as she pictured- with a shaved face and bright blue eyes, as well as dark hair (a personal preference of hers, and the only thing that Sir Malchior didn't have). Both the prince and the ruffian had fetching features if she were to be honest, silently appraising them as she followed her sister. And despite the stories, the one dressed to imitate a proper soldier didn't look paticularly threatening Though of course, this was obviously just for show. The rumors made it quite clear he was a dishonorable scoundrel who fought for money instead of honor.

After her sister began the introductions, Kezia dipped into a proper curtsy, only meeting the eyes of her betrothed to be as he greeted her. His bow was correct at least, and he was certainly able to act. She was silent a moment before finally allowing him an answer. "Thank you sire. We appreciate your hospitality."

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Navarre offered a bow of his own once the ladies had presented themselves, his visible eye surveying all around him and appraising them himself. They were assuredly lovely young things, the elder one's beauty more to his liking than her sibling. Something about her eyes and her face was more appealing, and she seemed to have more geentle face of the two. He just hoped that wasn't all she would be bringing to the table.

His cousin managed to greet the arriving ladies properly, for which the prince was glad- he really didn't want to be stuck standing near and being associated with some clueless twit. However, his calm expression didn't last long, the man feeling a growing headache (and with it, a growing concern that he was going to be dealing with pretty, but empty headed court ladies)

Navarre arched a brow slightly, before it curved down slightly in disapproval. This countess was either extremely bold and arrogant, or she was foolish. He wasn't sure which was worse. He inwardly sighed, gracing the countess Sera with an admonishing shake of his head. "My lady, surely you are aware of who I am? I presume you know common manners. " he began, folding his arms behind his back, giving her a pointed look. "You are quite bold indeed to address a crown prince so casually....I am 'your highness'" Navarre took a few pacing steps around his betrothed, eyes boring into her. "Surely you wouldn't think to address the king so informally? You are aware he is 'Majesty', aren't you? It'd do well for you to mind your tongue, especially when you do meet him."