It was a fine day in the Kingdom of Albion. The royal family was awaiting the arrival of the neighboring kingdom's royal family: the Youngbloods. The families were on peaceful terms and they went to each other for assistance. The Youngbloods' Kingdom was under attack and the Queen wanted her offspring away from the violence. She had a son, Nicholas. And a daughter, Natalie; Nicholas was nineteen years old, while Natalie was fourteen. Natalie was a beautiful, fair-skinned brunette with a slender figure. She was often seen wearing a stunning baby pink dress hat was lightly trimmed with gold. Her brown locks were often forcefully curled, as if her pin-straight hair was a curse in her mother's eyes. In every way, she was innocence: her posture, her speech, her smile, her body. It was sheer innocence.
The Queen of Albion, Sparrow, along with her husband and her son, Logan, greeted the Youngsbloods. Their greeting was quite brief and the goodbyes between parents and children were blunt, not very heart-felt. Not much was spoken between the guests and the hosts as they were escorted to their rooms. The period of their stay was undetermined and to say the least, the children were not pleased. Through the discontentment, they were grateful towards Sparrow and her family.
"Dinner will be ready within the next hour," Sparrow stood at the doorway of Natalie's room. "Make yourself comfortable and have a look around the castle if you like." The door was shut. She waited for no response, not even a nod. There were no limitations placed; could she wander into the war room? The treasury? Beyond the castle walls? No, it was too soon. Too soon to run off. Escape her life and rebirth herself into something much simpler. Natalie's thoughts raced as the opportunities were at her fingertips. She could taste them at the tip of her tongue. They were there, but it wasn't the right time. Then again, she didn't know how much time she had until her parents returned to drag her back into their dreadful kingdom.
For the next hour, Natalie gazed out her window; her thoughts elsewhere. The figure of a young man did catch her eye though. If she remembered correctly, his name was Logan. She wasn't particularly interested in him, considering he hadn't said a word to her, but he sparked her curiosity a tad bit. His eyes didn't scan her body nor were they glued to her breasts; they remained on her face. At best, she was impressed, almost flattered. She wouldn't admit that though; she was too prideful. While lost in thought, she hadn't realized Logan was looking back up at her, until he waved. Her cheeks reddened as she moved out of sight. Her heart pounded. If she goes to dinner, she would not be able to look at him without feeling embarrassment. He, Logan, caught her staring. Maybe, she interested in him. Or she should take her mother's advice and stop daydreaming. She wanted to go home; back to the comfort of boys gawking at her, not her gawking at them. There was a knock at the doo; it nearly made her jump a few feet.
"Ye-Yes..!" She managed to speak out.
"Dinner is ready, milady. Everything alright in there?" a maid spoke.
"Yes." She sternly said as she realized it was only maid.