"Yes. I am a guard Kyera assigned to her daughter. Currently, she has need for Talis." Kan explained, recognizing this woman as one who smelled faintly of Kyera. She was protected, and he had no interest in offending any royals unless they mistreated his charge. Then… well things would be different. Justified.
"Ahh. I see." Vella looked him over but Kan couldn't be bothered to address her further.
"Princess Kyera is going to be coming soon. She wanted me to tell you she had to have a new dress made so it took a bit for us to get back." Kan explained but something in the way he mentioned the dress was… distasteful. Obviously, be wasn't a fan of whatever this new look entailed. Raina felt a bit unsure. Mommy had really liked the other dress. She knew she did.
Before she could question it, the sound of the hunt song began to build. Notes poured over each other, causing a hush to befall the crowd. Somewhere, the clapping began. Single, sharp claps spaced perfectly with the music. Raina followed suit with the crowd clapping in time. Kan scanned the room, his arms carefully folded across his chest.
The first Princess to enter was Feya, dressed from head to toe in crimson and black silk that sparkled in the fire light. Over her arm, a dark wolf pelt acted as proof of her largest kill. She slowly swept into the room, holding herself regally as she swept a deep bow, laying the pelt at the Emperor and Empress Vivian's feet. She bowed low, skirts pooling around her before sweeping off to take her husband's arm to the right of the Emperor. "A Dire wolf whose life I took to grace the table." She added standing tall beside him. There was a striking resemblance between this Princess and a jewel set in a gauntlet on her husband's arm.
Not long after, Lalia stepped out of the same door, draped in ice blue that swirled with her steps. The way the lace and silk danced beautiful and playful as she swept down the way. She held herself tall but not arrogant as she lay the white pelt on the floor. "A winter wolf, I defeated to feed our people." She turned and joined Alexi who reached for her hand before she even reached him, pulling her into place at his side.
Melania made her way down the path, emerald and gold shimmered across her dress that just flowed off of her. As her two arms were held out before her. A large whitish gray pelt lay across her forearms, much larger than the kills of her sisters. She had to kneel to lay the pelt at the Empress Vivian's feet and slowly rose to her feet, her head bowed. "A winter moose I slayed for the care of our people proof I may provide." She met Vivian's eyes before walking to stand with Damar. He turned and bowed to his wife and she bowed to him, taking each other's hands as they took their place together.
It was Kyera's turn to enter here. The Fourth Princess took longer to appear. A figure appeared, long black and purple dress flowing around her. The airy skirt swishes and swirled with the slightest of Kyera's steps the top of her dress was corseted, and formed like a second skin and then skirts flowed around her hips. A true princess gown, her wild hair bound into a plaited bun on the top of her head, adorned by a net of Pearls, a single purple stone dangled between her eyes. She looked like a queen.