I walk as gracefully as possible as I enter the parlor. All eyes on me as I take my place by father and Ellyn.

   "Ellanor, this is Duke Alistair and his son, Lord Rowan."

   I dip a curtsy towards the two men.

   Duke Alistair holds himself stiffly like he is uncomfortable, but not stiff enough to consider us a threat. He has dark brown hair, almost black with streaks of silver in it. He too has purple eyes. Rowan has black hair but instead of purple eyes, he has green eyes, the sign of magic. So he is like me. Though we don't have the eyes to prove it, me and Ellyn both have the blood of a mage. It's from my mothers' side. She passed away when I was seven, giving birth to my little brother. Phillip is incredibly smart for a nine year old. He's at the top of his class and-

   "As I'm sure you're well aware, Evendale and The Northern Kingdom are... at currently at odds with each other. I'd like to change that so I have a proposal."

   "Interesting choice of words Lord Daelyn."

   Interesting? What words?

   "Hmm... What are you saying?"

   Good question Duke Alistair. What are you doing father?

   "What I'm saying is that I'd like to offer my daughter's hand in marriage."