Marrina, frankly, wondered just what the heck she was doing here. But her father had requested that she attend as the official representative of Atlantis, so, hey, free vacation to Russia with Mason as her guest. And it was, she would admit, good, low-risk practice of her Princessly duties.
All this did, however, serve to remind her that though Namor's rule was absolute, and that he had directed the matter be left alone for now, there were still voices amongst the council who wanted her to pick a suitable consort. She'd, wisely, in her opinion, kept this from mason.
Atlantean jewelry, golden anklets and armbands, adorned her form, complimenting her dress well, while still keeping her from upstaging anyone else.
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