The two arrived at the armoury rather quickly following their exodus from the princess' rooms, and Amelia was content to wait patiently for Veikto to retrieve her equipment using the sealed letter she had just written. Even standing there, amongst the racks of weapon and armour, the princess maintained a positively royal air. She carried herself with dignity, not allowing herself to sit or slouch for so much as a moment. There was little resemblance to the more friendly, open girl that she had been in her room a few moments earlier. This was the face that she showed to the world when not hidden behind closed doors. The face that her father was proud to see - one that bespoke the ruler she would one day become, given the chance.
When the two of them finally arrived at the tournament grounds, Amelia was quick to approach her father. As expected, the king was waiting for them, dressed in a manner that was fitting for one of his rank, and already astride a horse. Clearly, the man wasn't planning on wasting any time today. When the two of them approached, even the princess would curtsey briefly in a sign of respect, before straightening up as the man spoke.
"I do hope that we didn't keep you waiting too long, father" Amelia answered simply, before raising an eyebrow as he sent one of the nearby servants for some extra horses. The princess watched them go idly for a moment, before speaking up once again. "If I had expected us to go for a ride, then I wouldn't have picked a dress today" she remarked dryly. Of course, that wasn't going to stop her.
When the servant did arrive, Amelia took the reigns of her horse immediately. Like most nobles, Amelia had been trained to ride at a young age, and thus had plenty of experience. She mounted up quickly and effectively, though she didn't bother trying to settle into the saddle properly. She stayed with both of her legs facing to one side, on account of her clothing. Riding side-saddle was hardly ideal, and she didn't have anywhere near as much practice with it as she did with traditional riding. So long as they kept a relatively relaxed pace, though, she would manage just fine. Once they had kicked things into motion and begun to move Amelia quickly manoeuvred her horse to pull in alongside her father, matching his speed so that the two of them might converse.
"So, do we have any real idea what we'll be facing out there? Veikto gave me a rough idea as to what was going on, but nobody seems to know any specifics. Just rumours and guesses" she queried. Whilst her father had done his best to prepare her for situations like this, the princess was no fighter, and thus wanted the chance to prepare herself mentally for what they might find out there, if at all possible.
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