Chapter 3 Later the next day, Krustin and his trainer, Joe , were having a swordfight outside Jena's room.Krustin looked clumbsy compaired to Joe, being as light on his feet and fully trained as he was. "Move your feet!...Dodge!...To the left, my boy!...Aaargh!" Krustin had pierced the side of Joe's armor." I hope I didn't hurt you!...". Their voices faded as she walked away from the window. The royal ball was to be held in two days, and all the princes in the neighboring kingdoms were gonna be there. She even had to pick one for a husband! All in one night!!!  " I don't believe that I have to be married even if I'm not gonna be queen. It's so unfair!" she told Arren later that day."And to think my brother wants me to marry aswell! The chances of me marrying are about a hundred to one...." They carried on the conversation with a few jokes on how anoying boys could be.
"My father used to sing a lulaby every time he was about to leave for war."Jena told Arren that night. "It went like this :'Gladriel, Oh Gladriel, how perfect is your song'" At this point Arren takes over." ' But take heart in the girl child in the hands of the Seeker.' " Isn't it amazing that we both know the song?" Jena asked that morning. "Not really, considering our fathers were best friends once...". A fanare of trumpets anounced the first arrival for the ball, Jena's cousin, Prince Marco of Tarrisha. He had a dashing smile and longish dark hair that nearly touched his shoulders. His brown eyes could captivate, and no one has ever beaten him in sword play. As soon as he saw Jena he came torward them with an aire that mimicked that of an offended cat."Hullo, Cuz. How's Krusty?"He asked when he was close enough to hear."Very good, and how's Delilah?". " Uh, not too good if you catch my drift."he siad with a wink and crooked smile. Yes. Jena did know. Marco's sister, Delilah, had gotten married a couple months ago, giving up her claim to the throne in the process. But her husband was drafted for war and hadn't been seen since. The problem was, Delilah was heavy with child. " Do you know if it's boy or girl yet?", Arren asked, curious. " Sure have. It's a boy!!" He said, dancing around foolishly, making the girls laugh.
" What is she going to name him?" Jena inquired. Marco's smile faded as another fanaire of trumpets anounced the second arrivals, Princes Kalasin and Raould of Wastinore. Jena giggled, they looked spioled rotten to the core, and she was known for her excellent judge of character. As if to prove that, Prince Kalasin yelled their way," Hey servant girls, come get our stuff!!!" Jena was speachless with suprise, but recovered soon enough to say " I'm the princess, not a servant!!!!". " Oh!! Well then we're sorry Highness!" Raould covered the mouth of his twin, as if to stop a snide remark. Jena and her companions walked over to the snotty Royals. As they got closer, Jena saw thier appearances a bit better. Raould had cropped blonde hair and  harsh blue eyes. His twin, on the other hand, had jet black hair the same length as Marco's. His eyes could almost be called obsidian . "Your apology is accepted, but as a punishment, none of the servants here will obey your commands.", she said in the most regal voice she could muster."That's outragous!!", Kalasin prosested, free of his brother's hand. "My kingdom, my rules." , Jena said, mimmicking the boy's whiney voice.  "Kally, she's right." Kalasin glared at his brother, but said no more. " Richard, would you come out now?", Raould called into the carriage. "Do I have to?" came a voice frome inside."Of'course you do. Now come out."