It was not lost on Kiara that the one she was supposed to be meeting had not yet shown up. She watched curiously as the king and queen looked at each other over and over again. Obviously, they had expected the prince earlier and he was missing in action. There was also another that was not present at this so called lunch. Her appetite was lost as she simply stared at the empty plate in front of her. The two most important men in her life didn't want to see her. The one who she wanted to spend forever with now hated her. That was likely the reason he had not come. And then there was the one she [i]would[/i] spend forever with. He'd likely not arrived because he was feeling the same as she. 

What kind of normal person is excited to marry someone they have never met, someone they were raised to hate? Although, Kiara realized, she actually did not know anything about Lamont. It was said that he never left the castle, never fought for Berinike like his brothers had. She did not even know what he looked like. This youngest son was a mystery to her country and to her. From what Alexis had said, he didn't even know how to fight. Normally, that would not be uncommon. No royalty in Astora was trained in weapons, at least none but her. Berinike was different. The children - all children - were taught to use a dagger before they were taught to walk. It was in the blood.

At least he would not be the one to kill her, she thought sarcastically. After all, a man who can not use a sword could not stab her with one. So, she'd have to watch out for Hugo instead. Though, it was still possible that Lamont would be able to kill her when her guard was done. It was not hard to kill a person while they slept whether you were trained or not.

A small sigh, barely audible, escaped her lips and she reached forward to grab some food. Yes, back to eating like a princess. That meant nothing like the king's plate. Instead, she grabbed some potatoes and filled the rest of her plate with a sort of salad. Not once did she ask the servants for help, preferring to stand up and reach for something herself no matter how rude her hosts thought her. 

A bout of nerves hit her as she waited for her husband to be. She knew how he was feeling, obviously, but to not show up was rude and a bit hurtful. She'd come all this way to meet him, the least he could do was... sit and stare at her like a normal person. Reaching for her wine, Kiara took a long drink. This was going to be an awkward lunch.