[center][h2]Thalassa[/h2][/center]


[@legion02]Her hand nervously traced up and down her arm. Rubbing her pale skin in a nervous expression she could not completely control. [b]"[color=pink]My dad will probably have me marry some noble... I'll be in charge of raising the next heir[/color]"[/b] She said quietly. Her father believed fully well in letting the next queen or king decide on his or her spouse. So that they would have the opportunity to truly love their spouse. His parents had allowed him to chose... But she realized she might never find 'the one'. How could she if she was to nervous to speak to strangers. She didn't know how to flutter or court.