An Ice elemental?! That is who they could find me?! She scowled at her thoughts, as she brushed away the maids who were trying to do her hair. "Go away." She ordered softly, shaking her head. She did not want the beauties of being a Princess now--not after eighteen years of being ignored; being the lesser child.
Once the maids had left, Aine stood quietly, circling her room. Yes, while her parents had ignored her, she had been given the beauties that every child should want--at least for a while. Never what she really wanted; and that was love.
Aine's green hues flickered behind of her as she heard her door open. She turned to study the elderly, plump woman that entered. Coranne was a woman of great wisdom, at least in Aine's eyes. This particular woman had given Aine so much love when her parents would not.
"Are you frightened, Aine?" Coranne asked, as she came up behind the girl to lace the gown she wore. "I know this is not what you wanted--but you're the kingdom's last hope. Especially if we're to survive." She spoke as she laced the corset, though the red-haired female stayed silent.
Coranne smiled gently as she reached to braid the girl's hair. "I am certain that Prince Leith will be kind, child. You may never love him, but he may at least be nice." Aine was silent, as the older woman braided her long, brilliant locks into an intricate ensemble.
As the tiara was settled upon her head, she murmured, "I hope that he is respectful." Not many were; after all, she did not call for respect with her inability to produce or control flames--she could not even do the slightest thing. As she stood, she spoke, "I believe they will be arriving any moment now... We should start to the ball, yes?"
Coranne nodded and watched the Princess go.
As she stepped into the ballroom; which was bustling and full of people--nobles mostly--she was announced and the clamor of voices quieted, slightly. Many people turned to leer, sneer--turned to stare at the 'dud'. She was beautiful--for once she looked like a Princess; like she was supposed too, and this only caused the females in the audience to sneer and whisper.
Aine stopped midway down the staircase, momentarily overtaken by fear--by fear of being in front of a crowd; that paid attention to her, anyway. She did not hear when the Neve royalty was announced--standing at the top of the staircase behind her. She was so lost in her sudden stage-fright, it was not until her mother took her hand that she remembered where she was--who she was, and what was happening today.
The gown she wore was white--as white as the snow that never fell in Sinder. The Kingdom of Sinder was a rather heated place; the occupants had never experienced the cold--seen the snow. Only in fairy-tales; tales of Neve. She allowed her mother to lead her to the throne meant for her, and as she sat down, she watched the people entering next.
While most of Sinder's occupants were dark-haired; sporting green or brown eyes, Aine was the fiery light in the midst of the people. Her eyes were a brilliant blue. She stood, as the royal members of Neve were announced--rather, those who were attending. As she stood, the gown flared around her, drawing the eye of most of the crowd to her; however, her gaze was focused respectfully upon the royal family visiting.
"Be mindful, you insolent girl. I don't want you screwing this up." That was the last thing Aine heard, before she moved forward on autopilot--to wait to properly greet the royal family, and attempt to sneak a peek at her intended--who had yet to be called.