The winds blew silently and beautifully; the sky blue, the sun fully risen and the air warm and temperate. Sitting on the edge of a stone fountain, was a girl of silver hair tied into low pigtails and hanging down past her waist. She wore a black and red dress, and a gray scarf draped over her chest. Boredly, she was resting her chin upon her hand and had her eyes closed, humming a soft, silent tune. Her free hand drumming rythimically against her leg, she shivered slightly as the wind blew against her cooly. But she continued as she was.

"Lady Sarisa, there you are."

The girl opened her soft, gray eyes and looked up at the speaker. It was a boy not much older than her. He had light, cleanly cut black hair, blue eyes and wore a long, priest's robe with a black sache over his shoulder.

"Oh, Richard," She whispered with a smile. The boy laughed warmly and extended his hand towards the young girl. Gladly, she took it, almost stumbling upon her tall, red heeled shoes. Richard felt the cold sting of the girl's silver rings on her delicate hand, but paid no mind to it and smiled again. Then, letting go akwardly, he turned around.

"Your father has summoned you, Mi'lady," Richard told her. He sounded like he was worried, but with a hint of excitement to his voice. And she knew exactly why. Nodding, she ran her fingers through one of the tails of her hair and grinned at her assistant.

"You don't need to treat me so formally, you know," Sarisa told him, almost in a soft giggle. But unbeknownst to her, he blushed slightly and began to walk away from her towards the palace gates.

"Y-Yes, Sarisa."

Rolling her eyes, Sarisa chased after him and into the castle.

Sighing heavily and drumming his fingers against the wooden arm of his throne. He felt bored, but he had to await in the throne room for longer yet. His blonde hair slicked back handsomely and his blue eyes peircing the blank space before him.

He sat up responsibly as the giant wooden doors across the chamber opened. The light poured in and a small army of soldiers marched inside. Four or five of them at least, there were two noble looking figures; The first, a moderately armoured man with bright red hair and a gold crested sword at his hilt, and a blank stare upon his face. The second, was a woman of the same general age. She had long, flowing violet hair and wore a long, red dress. She had a faint smile across her face as they approached the throne. The two walked closely together, and as they made their way half way across, Count Reglay rose from his throne and walked to meet them with his hand extended.

"Marquess Pherae," He smiled, finally meeting them. The Red-Haired man took the Count's hand and they shook in greeting. The woman smiled and bowed as the two men let go of each other, and she whispered,

"Lord Klein, it's a pleasure to see you once more,"

"Please, it's quite alright, Lady Lilina."

Roy offered his wife his hand and she took it, rising back to her feet. After exchanging a quick glance, they all turned to look back towards the door as they saw a young bishop fall through the open doors and onto the floor.

"Richard, what on earth?" Klein asked in amusement.

"I-I apologise, Mi'lord. It was Lady Sarisa, she pushed me through the doors, you see..." Richard brushed himself off and stood back on his feet. And as he did, Roy stared in shock as a girl of seventeen stepped through the doorway. Her long silver hair flowed beautifully and she smiled brightly. She walked forward, and beckoned for Richard to quicken his pace. He did, almost chasing after her.

"Lord Roy, Lady Lilina. This is my daughter, Sarisa," Klein told them, introducing them to her, "She...Dances..." He told them unhappily, "Incase it wasn't made obvious by her attire."

Lilina smiled brightly at the girl.

"You don't approve of her choices, Count Reglay?" Lilina asked curiously as she examined Sarisa.

"Of course not. She is my daughter, but my mother and father support it, and even adore it. So there isn't much that I can do about it."

"So, what did you call us as an audience for, Lord?" Roy asked, interupting the conversation. All of them looked towards each other.

"I needed a private audience in person with the two of you," Klein told them. Roy nodded in understandment and touched Lilina on the shoulder. Then, Count Reglay nodded over to his daughter and she grabbed Richard's sleeve and walked through the side door. Then, the party of three walked back over to the throne where Klein sat and began to speak.

On the outside of the door, Sarisa pressed her ear through the thin planked door and smiled hopefully.

"W-What are you doing, mi'lady?" Richard asked, worrisome. He didn't understand what exactly she was doing, but he was concerned beyond what he could comprehend.

"Ugh, what does it look like...?" Sarisa growled at him. He went to respond, but she quickly placed her hand over his mouth to silence him.

Richard looked at the girl curiously then asked her, "So what is it then?"

Taking her face off of the door, she looked at him mischeviously.

"Let's go, Richard," She told him, grabbing his sleeve and pulling him after her.

"W-where?"

"To my room, you dummy," Sarisa told him, obviously getting quite annoyed with the Bishop. She gave another tug upon his sleeve and the boy sighed.

"Yes, mi'lady..."

The two walked through the cold stone hallway and up the spiraled stairs at the end of the hall. At the end of the staircase, Sarisa opened the wooden door at the end then turned to make sure her friend was still following her. When she was sure he was, she entered the room, and once he was inside, she closed the door. Richard began to look around nervously as Sarisa removed her scarf and put it down on her canopy bed. He began blushing again.

"Don't worry," Sarisa winked, going to the wardrobe on the far end of her room. She opened it and pulled out an unattractive brown dress with a hood. Then, smiling over at him, she pulled it over her head and tucked her hair underneath, pulling the hood up.

"What exactly do you intend to do...?" Richard asked her, sighing.

"We're going to Lycia, of course," Sarisa smiled again. Richard was surprised at how...common she looked. The dress was ratty and old, and he thought it almost suited her personality; one definately not fitted for the life of a noble. He shook his head and sighed.