Lillian took counted steps as she walked in. She soon got lost on hopping on every square imprint on the marble floor. Realizing she couldn’t hop on any other square imprint brought her back to the real world.
She was in front of Prince Steven now. “Oh, welcome to Latvian, your highness” she greeted casually.
Her childishness and casualty was confusing. It was Steven’s first time of seeing a Latvian's princess. He had heard of Princess Amelia, royal daughter of Latvian, and how men cower in her presence finding the right words to say.
She usually had an intimidating look etched to her face. And with her beauty, you could easily get lost in words. Crowning you a coward.
He also heard of Lady Lillian, daughter of the Latvian’s general. Heard she was tough and turned down suitors too.
