Tshura watched glumly as forest gave way to desert. The travel between the kingdoms took months, so it was a gradual change, but all too quick for her liking. She watched her home, her family, her friends, disappear into a swirl of fog and night as the ship took off. She knew this would be the ending, the war couldn't go on forever and as every princess knew, she was the first to be offered.

Her father had offered her to the King when the war was winding down, a final stamp in the peace treaty. At first she had been told her husband was old, too old to live long, and that she would be sent back to Wynfiel when he died, her duty complete. Then she was informed that he had already died, and her husband was to be his son, only slightly older then her and expected to live much, much longer. She'd raged and fought against the decision, but could not stop the guards from leading her to the boat, along with her weeping servants and her dowry.

She stewed on her anger for the entire journey and bearly left her room.

They arrived to Hiseon in the middle of their wet season, heavy humid air weighing down on her, making her sweat, making her irritable. She looked out the window to see the town, crammed against the shoreline, colourful banners fluttering for her arrival. Groups of people, standing under parasols and with head coverings watching as she disembarked. The King did not meet her, his advisors did. Thankfully the King's advisors were amenable to her having a shower before seeing the him.

They led her through the streets and into the palace, which was a sprawling collection of gardens and rooms, none seemingly connected to the other, including her own room. It stood apart, two stories, with wind vents in the ceiling to cool it, and brightly painted walls to make it seem more appealing. They led her and the team of servants she brought and locked the door behind them.

Tshura was displeased, not only by being trapped, but by the lackluster greeting. The King was to be her husband, yes? Why did he not greet her? She bathed with this thought in mind, angrily scrubbing her skin until the cool water turned warm. She dressed in one of her cooler dresses, dyed blue with a loose sash around the middle. It covered her from neck to ankle, and she wore sandals provided. All in preparation to meet the King.