Charlie said nothing, momentarily mesmerized by the honey sound filling the room around her, and the cerulean blue eyes of the man standing before her.

A cough diverted his attention elsewhere, looking as though he just remembered Connor's presence, "allow me to introduce my son, Prince Connor."

Mimicking his father's actions, Charlie couldn't help but blush, even though his lips on her hand didn't loiter like the ones prior, "pleasure to meet you Princess Charlotte."

His voice was a lot coarser than the Kings, but his face was much softer looking. Connor resembled Miles more than he did Sebastian. Standing at the height of 5'7, his tousled dark hair offered a striking contrast to Sebastian's dark blonde, unruly locks sticking out of the crown on top of his head. Whereas Sebastian looked as though he meant business, even when smiling, Connor's face gave a more playful air, not doubt attributed to his youth.

"Call me Charlie," she blurted out of instinct as she bowed slightly before them. It was customary to bow before the presence of royalty in other kingdoms, even if you held the same rank.

Smirking, Connor prowled towards her, "well…Charlie, we're glad to welcome you into our home. If you'd like, I'd be more than happy to take you around the castle and the grounds."

While the offer seemed authentic, his tone and body language made Charlie think he had other intentions.

She opened her mouth to politely decline, but Sebastian beat her to it, "son I'm sure Charlotte had a long journey and would like to retire to bed. Isn't that right?"

He looked to her with such intensity that all she could do was nod her head. She had no idea what was the matter. She was never this quiet nor this subservient.

"Your clothing and personal belongings have already been taken to your room," he motioned to the man that had escorted Charlie in, "I'll have my personal guard, Knight Jeremy Baker show you to your quarters."

The so titled Jeremy Baker nodded in acknowledgement, bowing before the King as he spun on his heels and began walking. He said nothing to Charlie, but she took that as her indication to follow, and so she did, in silence because he seemed to prefer it that way.

As they rounded staircases and vast, long hallways, she pondered where the Queen was. It was unusual for a King to greet guests without the presence of his Queen, so either King Sebastian didn't have one, or he didn't feel the need to present her to Charlie. Either way it was very odd. Charlie made a mental note to get to the bottom of it.

Silently, she was brought to her room, and with a grunt and a bow, Jeremy left her…alone.

She hadn't felt the sting of being alone until now, hitting her with a catapulting force. That's when the tears started rolling down her face as she sat on the edge of the bed, drawing her knees up to her chest.

A loud knock brought her to the present as her eyes flickered towards the door. Silently hoping the person would go away, she cast aside all hopes and opened the door, revealing Jeremy, "here, these are for you your highness."

In his hands there were candles and extra blankets, graciously she took them, only meeting his gaze for a second.

Intending to flee, she turned around when she felt his hand on her arm, "is everything alright your highness?"

She nodded, trying to muster up a smile, "of course, everything is quite alright."

Not seeming convinced, his brow furrowed, "you needn't fear, King Sebastian is a fair man and will make sure that your life here is up to the same standards as before."

"A fair man…but is he a nice man?"

The question threw Jeremy for a loop as his eyes narrowed in confusion, "I'm not too sure, milady, that any King can be described as a 'nice man.'"

Charlie shook her head, "that's not true, my father, he's a good man and a King. But thank you sir, you've answered my question and tomorrow I'll be right as rain."

Jeremy said nothing as he stepped outside and she closed the door softly behind him, not knowing exactly what answer he had given her on accident. He didn't fear King Sebastian like the others because they were friends before, and he had been nothing but loyal to him.

Laying the blankets down on the end of the bed, Charlie sat the candle down in the windowsill, peering out into unforeseen terrority before her. They were miles and miles away from Longstead. So far that she could barely make out the top of the keep. Nostalgia ate away at her like a plague until she turned away.

Leaving the window behind, she resolved to sleep and pray that tomorrow would bring about new feelings.