It was a peaceful sunny afternoon on the day that Prince Oberon of Kalos arrived on Akala Island, one of the small isles making up the Alola region. It was today, that Prince Oberon would be meeting Princess Amity, whom it was decided that he should marry.
The sylveon prince wasn't quite sure how he felt about the prospect of an arranged marriage. It was common, among men like himself, given that a prince's wife had to be of royal, or, at the very least, noble birth. He was quite excited to meet his future queen, and hopefully, to fall in love with her, but he did have to wonder if she felt the same about meeting him. Was she strongly opposed to the idea of marrying someone whom she would have just one week to get to know? Or was she willing to just go with it, and see where being Oberon's queen would take her?
Oberon stepped gracefully out of his carriage, where he was immediately escorted into the throne room by the palace guards. The room bore but two thrones; one in which a jolteon, who Oberon recognised as King Outlands was sitting, and the other in which a leafeon, whom Oberon could only assume was to be his queen was sitting.
Bowing deeply, Oberon quietly greeted, "'Tis, I, Prince Oberon The Second. I am pleased to make your acquaintance."
The sylveon prince wasn't quite sure how he felt about the prospect of an arranged marriage. It was common, among men like himself, given that a prince's wife had to be of royal, or, at the very least, noble birth. He was quite excited to meet his future queen, and hopefully, to fall in love with her, but he did have to wonder if she felt the same about meeting him. Was she strongly opposed to the idea of marrying someone whom she would have just one week to get to know? Or was she willing to just go with it, and see where being Oberon's queen would take her?
Oberon stepped gracefully out of his carriage, where he was immediately escorted into the throne room by the palace guards. The room bore but two thrones; one in which a jolteon, who Oberon recognised as King Outlands was sitting, and the other in which a leafeon, whom Oberon could only assume was to be his queen was sitting.
Bowing deeply, Oberon quietly greeted, "'Tis, I, Prince Oberon The Second. I am pleased to make your acquaintance."