A small, blonde haired girl sat in her fathers lap, listening to the background noise of horse hooves that sung around her. "When are we picking Jamie up?" The girl asked her father, blue eyes fixed on his. "Emma, I told you, Uncle Dom and Jamie are meeting us in Trebond, on our way to the palace." Her father answered. "Oh boy! That's where Alanna was born, right?" Emma asked excitedly. "That's right Emma, and I'm sorry to say that Aunt Kel is already at the palace, so she won't be with us in the carriage ride." "Oh, ummmmmm daddy? Did you ever have a crush on Aunt Kel?" Emma asked, looking at the ground. "Yea, I did, but don't tell mom or Kel, for that matter. It was a long time ago." Her father said, eyeing her. He watched his daughter look out of the window. She was not very tall, ten years old and only 54 in. At the beginning, she would probably get pushed around, but she knew how to deal with boys through hand to hand combat and sword play. Lucky for her, her best friend Jamie, daughter of Lady Knight Keladry, and Dom of the Kings Own, was starting page training in the same year. To Jamie, he was "Uncle Neal". "Daddy! I have decided that because Jamie and I are the only girl pages since Aunt Kel and Alanna, we should have our rooms near each other." "Your right, Emma, Aunt Kel has already arranged that, and I hate to say, but the first thing people pull in battle is the hair." Neal said, referring to her braid. "Me and Jamie have decided not to cut our hair until we find a friend that is a boy." Emma answered. Neal sighed. Why was she so stubborn? "Family genes" a little voice in his head told him. All well, the palace needed another Queenscove around. Besides, she was his pride and glory. Neal fell into deep thought as Emma fell asleep on a pillow in the carriage.