She was stunning, and as she entered the room she captivated everyone, including Solo and Kuryakin.
"I give you Princess Maria Theresa Luciano-Trevisani, daughter of King Roel."
She stepped forward, taking graceful but slow and deliberate steps. Her pale blue gown with a full skirt shimmered at her every move as it was covered in delicate iridescent beads.
The agents awaiting her, each dressed in black tuxedos and wearing red sashes, bowed at the waist as she approached them.
They had been her bodyguards for the week, and she was deeply disappointed they'd be leaving her soon, and she them. Her own bodyguards sent by her father, were in place now to escort her home.
"Highness, "Solo said.
"I'm going to miss you Napoleon, I enjoyed your company as well as your puns."
Solo cast a glance at his partner, giving him a bit of a smirk.
"And you Illya, I'll miss your stories and practicing my French with you. Merci."
"De rien. I will miss you too Highness," he winked at her.
The Princess continued on her way to her seat at the head of the very long table where the other guests were waiting behind their chairs to be seated for her farewell dinner.
A red velvet pillow was placed on the seat of her gilt chair and she was helped up onto it by her ladies in waiting.
The Princess was after all, only seven years old...