Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy XII. If I did, Rasler would be alive.
"Good morning, my lady!"
Princess Ashelia B'nargin Dalmasca opened her eyes slowly. Her maid, Anais was beaming down at her with a tray of food. Ashe closed her eyes and pulled the covers back over her face.
"Come on, get up! There are important nobles coming to Rabanastre, and I doubt they would want to miss seeing the princess of Dalmasca" Anais was persistent, eventually forcing Ashe to rise.
"Who is it today?" Ashe asked, slowly nibbling on her breakfast. She had the sneaking suspicion she had forgotten something very important about that day. Unfortunately, she was too tired to think very hard on it.
"Royalty from the Kingdom of Nabradia," Anais replied with a quickly concealed smile. She watched as the princess slowly absorbed this information. Ashe's eyes grew wide. She threw the sheets off herself, and started jogging to her closet, her silver nightgown fluttering around her ankles. Anais watched as her charge pulled out outfit after outfit, finally coming out with a light violet top, it had no sleeves, but Ashe had brought out diamond-encrusted armbands to match, its top encrusted with diamonds. There was also a matching skirt, knee-length.
"It would seem you were trying to impress someone, my lady" Anais stated, a smile playing at her lips. Ashe simply glared at her, and stepped onto a mahogany stool, waiting for Anais to dress her.
"What shall I do with your hair?" Anais asked as she picked up Ashe's outfit.
"For the millionth time, just leave it down." Ashe replied, clearly having heard this before.
"But, it would look so pretty if I could just curl it and..."
"NO, it stays DOWN" Ashe replied, cutting off Anais in mid-sentence. Anais sighed, they had often had this argument. Unfortunately, Ashe could be rather unreasonable early in the mornings. Anais finished dressing the princess, and began to brush her hair.
Ashe turned to stare out her bedroom window at the city below. She sighed.
"Rabanastre is always so beautiful at sunrise, you would never know it was the capitol of a nation at war."
"But the war hasn't come to Dalmasca yet" Anais replied, slightly puzzled.
"It's only a matter of time, Dalmasca is one of the last great empires not subject to the Archadian invasion." Ashe stared somewhat sadly at the kingdom that would one day be hers. Anais finished brushing her hair in silence. She fussed with the princess's skirt, brushing off every little piece of lint, and carefully examined the jewels for any imperfections. Finally, when she was satisfied, she stepped aside and watched as the princess left for the reception room.
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Meanwhile, Princess Ashe walked slowly through the long corridors of the palace. The floors and walls were all richly carved marble. The light click clack of her heels on the floor were the only noise to be heard in the corridor. Everyone was probably already down in the reception room, waiting for her. As she passed one of the windows, she glanced down at the gates of the palace. Some of the children of the village were playing on the sidewalk outside of the house. How she had wished to go join them when she was younger! Their mothers sat close by, talking amongst themselves. Ashe sighed. Sometimes, she wanted to be just another citizen you wouldn't look twice at, but unfortunately, that was difficult when you were the princess of the kingdom. She always traveled with armed guards, and was recognized everywhere as the Princess, or in some cases, their future queen.
Finally, Ashe arrived at the reception room. She took a few seconds to smooth her skirt and replace a few stray hairs before entering. There was her father, and the King of Nabradia. Next to the King sat a young man about her age. They were all conversing about some political matter. Ashe realized she was staring and took her seat next to her father. As she got closer to the young man, she realized he had blonde hair, and was obviously wealthy. He turned to look up and smiled at her. There was no doubt in her mind now.
This was Rasler Heios Nabradia, prince and heir to the throne.
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