As I walk towards the cabins as I was directed a man approaches us, Livia looks frightened already. The gentleman does not tell me his name but indicates that the Prince wishes to know who I am. Looking downwards slightly, a blush catching my cheeks adding to the soft rose that the winds have placed in my skin. Quietly I speak, "Good sir, I am honored to be asked... but I still do not know your name."

He looks at me for a moment, thinking I mean to be coy instead of proper. He boldy announces his presence causing my companion to blanch again. Adjusting my himation about my shoulders, as I fight the chill in the air. I smile at him, only half meeting his gaze from under a veil of lashes. "Paton then... I am called Megara."

Looking overself quickly she nodded, her clothing was still in perfect folds and her face was yet fresh. Her hair... well there was little she could do for the wind. She wished she had on her green jewels, they favored her complexion better than the soft blue ones... she nearly laughed at herself now... as if a prince would notice her best jewels over his own wealth.

He looks at me expectantly and there is little more I can say feeling eyes upon the pair of us, "I would be happy to meet the gentleman." Nerves suddenly fill me, a prince? Goddess what if she upset him before the ship set sail and got sent back to her father... no, she simply must make a good impression.