faeriefate:
Three guests stood in the throne room of the Iplier kingdom, the perfect picture of patience as they waited to be met by whom they’d come to see. Standing ahead of the other two was what appeared to be a young woman, barely more than a girl really, with shining blonde hair and a simple dress, a crown made of black crystal resting atop her head. The only thing which marked her as anything less than human were the solid black stones where normal eyes should be.
Just behind her stood two men in armor of a similar material as her crown, her Knights, both also human in form but for some small detail. The taller of the two towered more than a foot above his comrade, and had a pair of goat-like horns poking above his curly hair. The other had ears which stretched to a point a couple inches from their skull.
Both Knights were stoic, standing with their feet apart and their arms clasped behind their backs, the picture of perfect soldiers. The woman in front, their Queen, stood far more casually, rocking back and forth on bare feet and tilting her head side to side as she took in the details of the throne room, a soft, secretive smile seeming permanently affixed to her face.
Mark was used to seeing the visiting nations when they came. His parents had given him the responsibility of welcoming the new arrivals. The prince was excited to see the fae and find out exactly what it was they wanted. His Father assumed it was to talk about peace and he was all for it. There was just too much fighting happening in the land nowadays.
He’d been practising his water abilities earlier on in the day so his hair today had a blue streak in it and he had to remember to keep it blue at least while the King and Queen were around. He walked into the throne room with his own crown upon his head.
“Good Morning. My Name is Prince Mark. My parents have given me permission to welcome you to Iplier and to offer you anything you need.”