Princess Kristabella was, as expected of a person of her stature, lounging about being fragile. Her skin was pale white, and she was keeping it from the sunlight by having a rather large umbrella (held up by a guard) over the top of her chair. The princess smiled some, flashing a set of rather yellowish teeth (since toothbrushes..Yea). Dark blue orbs were flickering about, her nose scrunched up, and the shrill, annoying laughter of a spoiled brat escaping her lips as her entire form jiggled in the force of the laughter- which did not really sound like bells. "Oh, you are -so- funny!" The princess exclaimed, shooting the suitor- who was a rather old duke, a grin. Brown curls were flowing down the green dress she was wearing, the corset top pulled tight, making her voice high pitched and breathy.