It had only been a couple of days since Asura had received the news about her own betrothal. She’d been nervous as she read it, even before she got to the name. It just full of phrases like ‘good match’ , ‘complimentary personalities’ , and ‘we hope you’ll balance each other out’. Which, if she understood her mother’s euphemisms correctly, and she usually did, meant that she’d be marrying someone with a completely opposite personality from her own. Not that that would bother her, she was really just afraid that they wouldn’t like her. Then, of course, all those worries went out the window as soon as she saw the name, and more importantly, the title. His Royal Highness, Ivan Romanov, Crown Prince of Russia. Who’s idea was it to make Ausra a queen!? Especially in a country as large and in power as Russia! And that had been the reason she’d spent the last couple of days hiding in her room where she knew she wouldn’t have to deal with the awkward betrothal introductions. 

She couldn’t hide forever though, so she’d spent half a day doing her make up and picking out a cute outfit. At least if she talked too much or said something stupid she’d still be cute, and that was something. After asking a number of staff for directions several times she finally found his room, or what she hoped was his room at least, taking a deep breath and knocking softly on the door; bouncing on the balls of her feet while she waited for an answer.