The carriage rolled to a stop. The doorman opened the door. I gave him a small smile. I stiffly rose to my feet. This dress was really too much, but Father insisted in the small chance I'd meet the king. It was a dark blue. It had a sweetheart neckline and thick straps that rested on my shoulders. The skirt was glittery and near the bottom became a light blue. I absolutely adored the dress but it was much too heavy. I watched Father and Nero get out of the carriage. Suddenly a man in white slacks and the long blue coat of our country came forth. He had over four metals attached to it. That was enough to tell me he was some man of valor. "Varrick." He said as a greeting. "William. It's been much too long." Father started grinning. "I know. You remarried." He said, pointing at me. I laughed. "That's my daughter Myaliah." Father chuckled. Shock was written all over his face. "She's so old!" He laughed.
"And you have a son?" He asked. "No I'm her suitor." Nero but in. William went from joking to serious. "How old are you Myaliah?" He asked. "Nineteen. Nero is twenty-three." I answered. "Don't you think your a little old for her. That's a four year difference." He pointed out.Nero shrugged. "Would you guys like tour? You will be here for a while." William asked. "Sure."