Cryssie listened to the Prince's tale about how mean the king was and how he had turned him into a cat thirteen years ago. Right around the time Cryssie had been found in the woods, or so she had been told. She didn't remember how she had come to live with the Aurora's, only that they had told her God had sent her to them as a blessing. They had said they wanted to name her Blessing, but Cryssie had already been embroidered on her blanket. Her eyes flicked over to the door, where the tattered old blanket had been stapled to it so she could always look at it.
"It doesn't surprise me that the king would do that. After all, he is the one who sent the palace guards to patrol all day and night. Do you know how hard it is to sneak about when hunting time comes? Especially in breeches. Not my fault they make the dresses we wear so hot. If they were light and airy, like the beautiful dresses in my dreams, then I would have no problem hunting in women's clothing." She hmmphd, getting into her long time rant about the cons to women's clothing, and how easy the men had it.
"You say the princess isn't dead? That she's here somewhere? There aren't many eighteen year old girls here, only the very young and the very old. Although, Lissa acts like a princess. Always expecting people to wait on her, and how she's going to marry the prince one day. I wonder what she would say if she knew you were a cat..." Cryssie giggled at the thought.
"And golden hair? Well, I'm the only one with golden hair around here, and I assure you, I'm no princess." She sighed exasperately and smoothed out her dress, looking at Cameron with curious green eyes. How long had he been searching for this mysterious princess, and how could he not have come across her before?