Maeve was a princess, set to marry. She wasn't entirely thrilled by this, but she knew her duty. She had been terribly upset when her father declared her to be married. She would be married in a week, but her betrothal would arrive any minute and she would meet him. At least her father allowed her that honor. She didn't want to meet her husband seconds before she married him. She wanted to try to get to know him first. A week probably wasn't enough, but it was all she was allowed. She was dressed in a light green flowy dress with her hair loose around her shoulders. She headed out toward the throne room, to wait for who her father had chosen for her.
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