As Royal Duty Demands

[not_a_prize]

I have to go...

[Peola sounded... depressed to say the least.]

Some of the things my father said. They stuck in my head, I've been having trouble sleeping because of it.

I sent him a message that I'd agree to the wedding...

[There was an immense grimace on her face at the thought.]

Turns out those nobles didn't recognize my 'non-existent' choice... I don't know if its because they don't care about Earth, that she wasn't around or because Kliiment talked them into not caring...

But... I guess that's what I get for running away from my problems and punching them in the face isn't it?

... They're holding the wedding on Earth... my father's invited you all... figured since we all fought together you guys should be there.

I guess that's it... thank you... all of you for being good to me.

[Peola lowers her head in a modest bow.]

[For those of you who wish to speak to her before she has to leave she's at the hangar. A small troupe of Royal Porters were quickly shimmying off with her belongings to a rather ornate looking shuttle outside, its entrance flanked by a pair of mecha. Regalis Filia itself was carefully being moved into the shuttle by another pair of them. The Princess is tremendously listless about the whole matter and is spending the whole time fidgeting. Notably rather than her usual security uniform or just some simple clothing she's clad in a flowing gown that seemed to have an almost ocean like sheen to it, looking tremendously formal and out of place.]

Comments

[tiger_ken]

I have a plan. Its an odd plan, I admit, but still... Well I mean... in its original context I would absolutely abhor it, but...

[He stops, then breathes.]

Okay, for context: In numerous societies here on Earth, one means of gaining a wife was to kidnap your selected bride, with doing so from someone else's wedding as especially challenging and insulting. Its why we have the concept of the 'best man' - he had to guard the the bride from would-be kidnappers.

If you could find someone...

[not_a_prize]

Ken. No. I...

[She bites back a few words before trying to think of something better to say.]

Even if that plan manages to go through odds are enough people from Magnolys would take offense and there'd be a massive diplomatic incident. Maybe not all out war but enough Noble Houses would try drag their household guard here and...

It'd be a mess. They'd get beaten back but a lot of people would get hurt on both sides...

[tiger_ken]

Well, I suppose it is risky like that, but still...

You should be marrying who you want, not just what is politically convenient - especially when that can just as easily become politically inconvenient down the line. I mean, my parents weren't exactly the first attempt to unify my two clans; it was third time lucky.

[not_a_prize]

I know... but I suppose that's a hazard of being born to my family.

[Peola couldn't help but sigh tiredly.]

Then again I guess I can take a little comfort in knowing life messes with people no matter who they were born to and where they're from.