Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160701214926/@comment-25126355-20160703091722

(Just realized, when I was writing about Anariel and her beauty not being appreciated, I was writing about her. She somewhat over rationalizes certain things, including her looks. Because it seems so many are always talking about it, she thinks of it as rather cumbersome. Though, I doubt she'd be happy if she were less attractive. She ponders over very odd things. But I just wanted to point out, that unlike her mother, she isn't very vain.)

Anariel took her place beside her husband,folding her hands in front of her. Her ladies took their place beside the elevated throne, so that they could be close to their mistress. The small little varla stones sparkled in her crown and around her throat. For this day, she wore a dress of crimson and gold, and as usual, no other lady wore these colors that day.

Anariel had always found this very odd. Although not an actual rule of protocol, it was still always observed, even without any actual enforcement of it. It was something she had inherited from her predecessor, so she simply went along with it.

As the nobles began shift, to allow space for the emissary, Anariel scanned the room, her features remaining ever calm. Observing the nobility, she went through a list of names in her head. Names she would likely have to remind her husband of. Not that he didn't know most of them, but merely due to the shere number of nobles from all over the continent being present at court this day. And it's quite easy to mistake some of them, considering many had similar names...