Courageous Prince:

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An audible sound escaped his partially close mouth. The sound of a nervous fool gulping was more along the lines of accuracy. The prince maintained a visage of sternness while simultaneously fighting an emotion he kept well hidden on the norm. As approved from both parties, the prince agreed to meet the princess of the rivaled kingdom. Apparently, the eldest prince was too occupied to make the acquaintance personally. It was no matter. He was committed to strengthening the bonds of their kingdoms even if it meant going out of his way to make a pleasant acquaintance.

Speaking of ‘going out of the way’, the prince held a very delicate item in his strong grasp. A bouquet. After all, he was eager to leave the impression that there were to be no hostility of any kind. That’s where the true origin of his nervousness arose. The prince searched desperately for a bouquet of roses in the color shade of peach, which he knew for a fact represented gratitude. Much to his displeasure, the only bouquet which remained was that of a lavender shade. His knowledge of roses were limited, but at least they was coincidentally the same shade of her head. That counted for something, right? If only he knew what lavender truly meant…

               ❝ – Princess Camilla. It is a pleasure to finally meet you.
                  Please accept these as a token of my appreciation. ❞

A strong and fierce woman awaited the Hoshidian
royal. Her posture clearly showed her status, as well
as her own opinion of herself. Two guards had come
to accompany her, but there was truly no need; she 
was more than capable of taking care of herself, even
in front of Hoshido’s Prince. But, she was willing to
let go of her bitterness towards the kingdom for the sake
of her siblings; a charming smile, shimmering eyes, 
accompanied by her rich tone would surely suffice for this
meeting. 

Upon the man’s arrival, her eyes immediately noticed the
gorgeous bouquet of enchanting lavender flowers. The
petals corresponded to her own strands of hair. Perhaps
a little cliche, in her opinion, but the effort was certainly
noted. She wondered, however, if he had planned on giving
these to her brother, Marx, as well? He certainly would have
thought it was a hint at marriage, knowing his creative mind.
Camilla chuckled quietly as she took a hold of the beautiful
arrangement. She brought the delicate flowers to her soft
face, letting the scent come to her.

      ⎡Prince Ryouma…I apologise my dearest brother could not
          make time for you today. I am certain you had specific 
          questions targeted towards him, but we will be just fine. ⎦

Averting her gaze from the flowers and to the surrounding, her
hand extended to the man. Her hesitance to look the man in
the eye was very evident; quickly, she turned to face him, her 
tempting hues staring directly into his own, determined ones. 

      ⎡Your gift comes as a pleasant surprise! I must apologise…
          I come bearing none. This…I promise to make up in the near
          future.⎦