A little red dressed, black haired girl ran down the halls of the great palace. She giggled like little girls do when they are having fun. The Queen stepped out of a room causing the little girl to smash right into the side of her dress. Her head turned to see her daughter lieing on the floor.
"Now my little firefly," She said picking her up. "Tell me the rules of the halls." Between sobs the little girl stumbled out,
"No running, no drawing on the walls, always be polite to passerbyers."
"Now did you?" The queen said. Her blue eyes stared at her daughter.
"No mommy, I did not." She said. "But. . .I. . .I had a reason."
"And what is that dear?" The queen asked.
"Your friend is here." The little girl said. The queen looked up to see a bunch of people coming down the halls. "Mommy, am I in trouble?"
"No dear, not this time but if I ever catch you running down the halls again, you will be punished." She smiled at the new comers.
"Hello Queen Sandra," The lady said bowing a little. The queen nodded.
"How is Lady Leandra?" She asked.
"Just find but how is little princess Raye?" The woman looked down at the girl who was semi hidding in her mothers dress. "Because I brought someone. . ." She turned her head and a blond haired boy came from behind her back. "Princess Raye, this is my son Jeadite. . ."