In a palace that glistened like crystals, a young girl ran across the hallways and into one of the available drawing rooms. Her posture and etiquette lessons were completely forgotten when she ran, she almost toppled herself over on her dress. She slammed the doors open to find a handsome man seated on one of the available couches, clad in a traveller's cloak and with a basket beside him—the man looked like they had simply come out from a picnic.
"Mister Rosswall! You've visited again~" A young Lady squealed and eagerly plopped down on the floor, uncaring of the wrinkles that it caused to her gown. Her eyes twinkled when she gazed up at the man.
The man tugged down his hood and managed a small grin, "Ah, and it's you again… little princess was it?"
"I'm a Lady." She corrected him with a small frown. "Lady Rosalyn of the Lockhart House. Are you that forgetful?"
