- The large hallways, with their empty stretches of pale marble, dull golds, and boring paintings, echoes the girl's steps loudly.

- A worried voice sounds from a far off hall. A quiet giggle resounds, breaking the silence. The girl shoves back her long dark brown hair, silver eyes shining, as a noise draws her attention to the window.

- Gossamer-like curtains sway gently in place, as if flowing in from the open window. The child giggles and runs over, her small hand grazing the fabric. Her smile gleams eagerly, and gathering some courage, she sticks her head out to view the quiet village below her.

- Red-topped houses of all sizes are nestled comfortably in the nook of green hills. People mill about, running errands and working. Shouting, no doubt people selling their wares and other merchandise, reach the girl's delicate ears.

- A crash breaks the peace, and the girl spins quickly, hair fanning behind her like a dark halo. Before her, shards of colored glass lay reflecting the afternoon light on the plain walls.

- In awe, the girl grins, spinning around the room, dancing gracefully across the floor. The color was enchanting. Naturally beautiful, unlike the sharp colors worn by the perfectly groomed court men and woman the girl was forced to be surrounded with.

- A voice has the girl stopping in her silent waltz, and turning to face a young man. He seemed to be around her guard's age, but was no doubt more mature. He held an air of power, of authority that demanded to be bowed to, but she looked passed that. His silver-white hair was long, and he resembled a warrior from the Western plains with his sun-kissed skin, shining amber eyes, and long hair tied back in a complex braid. His entire look, from the warrior-themed face to the leather he wore screamed 'Dangerous,' and a feeling of immortal attitude flowed off of him.

- His grin was cold, and sent chills along the girl's spine, "My, aren't you far from your mother." He bends down, the sound of leather and worn cloak grinding together harshly against her ears.

- After a few moments, despite her hesitations about the strange man, her small, shy voice rang out, "Would you like to dance with me?" The man looked taken aback, or shocked, she couldn't tell. Hesitantly he nods, grabbing the girl's hand, before spinning her, almost like a father dancing with his daughter.

- That's how the girl spent the next few hours. Dancing, talking, playing. They were friends, in the girl's eyes. They spent that time in the large rooms along the hall, playing pretend and other childish games.