Renji Abarai had few things that he disliked in this world and snotty noble types were one of them. That didn't stop him from doing what was best for his small, but growing, tribal nation. The nation of Ronkú comprised itself from five separate tribes, the central tribe serving as the head. It was this tribe that Renji led. It was also this tribe that needed to make alliances on the behalf of all.

Sighing, the redheaded man strode across the furs that adorned the meeting hall. Ronkú may have been a small nation, but it was a well established one, having been united generations ago. Sure it wasn't posh like some of the kingdoms that neighbored it, but if it came down to a fight? Renji rolled his shoulders, feeling that warrior spirit rolling under his skin. Even if he was born a fighter not a leader, he still knew that his advisors spoke the best words for their nation and he could hold in his pride in serious matters. So, despite how he felt about it, he was willing to enter into an alliance with the neighboring kingdom.

In exchange for their warrior's future support, the kingdom was to arrange a marriage between their leaders. The only problem? Neither had available princesses. Renji had been stupid enough to agree and now he feared he would end up bonded to a boring prince he'd never even met before. Oh well, he brought this on himself didn't he?

"Is the envoy here yet?" Renji complained out loud, though he appeared to be in the room alone. A voice still answered him from somewhere beyond the wooden doors.

"They've just passed the market outskirts, so stop your pacing. It won't be long."

Renji sighed again, but flung himself into one of the high-backed upholstered chairs with snake engravings, settling back against the furs thrown on top. He would play patient for now, but his mind never stopped buzzing. Just who would step through these doors to greet him? He couldn't even begin to guess.