A smile tugged the corners of Eira's lips when she heard the sounds of her mother's footsteps getting louder and louder as Melissa marched towards her daughter's room. From how heavy they sounded, Eira could tell that the queen had seen the final list of suitors and was not happy with it, but of course this was to be expected.
The door swung open and an irrited Melissa marched to where Eira was sitting, in front of her dressing mirror where she was adjusting her armor in readiness to go train with her uncle and her cousins.
"Eira Burchard what is the meaning of this?!"
The red haired princess turned to face her mother, a rather smug smile still curving her face. She looked at the rolled up paper her mother was waving at her and scoffed.