Snippet #1810666

Romie

I jerked a bit when Belladonna kicked me. "Why you little..." I hiss through gritted teeth, "don't think I won't get you back for this." I noticed her royal pain in the butt's mother was still standing there, and quickly plastered as pleasant a smile as I could muster. "Your legs are still as strong as ever."

I watched her scamper off to help her mother and I took the time to rub my bruised shin. "Mama, since we're here and I've exchanged friendly, pleasing greetings, I am going to get changed."

I stood up straight and uttered a funny little laugh, "Yeah, her greeting was more pleasing than I had expected. I just hope our time together will only get better, don't you, princess?" I watched her run off and then smiled at her mother, "I'll have someone show you to your room." I say with a modest bow before walking back into the castle.

I walked into one of the smaller hallways when I heard her talking to her mother. Out of curiosity, I stopped and listened in to her conversation. She was only complaining about how she didn't have any of her "normal" clothing. I couldn't help but smile, so she wasn't a complete priss, now. That was good, I'm not interested in just any old princesses.

I chose this moment to step out. Honestly, in the same way that Bella used to never look like a princess, I didn't look anything like a prince, other than my impeccably white smile and handsome looks. "I couldn't help but overhear," I begin, stepping out of the hallway, "but, if you want something more... comfortable to wear, I have some tunics and breeches that are too small for me. Maybe after your changed we can go riding." I offered her my hand, and pulled her up the stairs, leading her to my room.