a look of fear crossed amelia’s face as she finally came to a halt once she reached the end of the street. the sun was starting to set and she had absolutely no idea where she was headed. the land was unfamiliar, one she hadn’t wandered around before. which was why she’d CURIOUSLY gone too far away from home, not realizing that the more she ventured in, the less she’d be able to retrace her steps BACK. a thought that hadn’t occurred to her until she found herself running around frantically, trying to find SOMETHING familiar enough to guide her back. nothing. finally admitting defeat, she looked around for help, looking for someone, a n y o n e, to help guide her back before her father noticed she was gone. “hello. excuse me,” she tapped on a stranger’s should, “could you possibly help me ?? i’m trying to find my way back east.” 

“ Mom ! ” the boy huffed in his car seat with arms crossed. The boy was a pretty one. 12 years old, soft curls on short hair, bright green eyes which lit up whenever he threw a fist or cried– the first one happening much more often.. His tall and lean figure wore a fancy suit with great care. Image, was everything for a prince since the day he was born. Looking great on the headlines meant of course, he’d be able to ride the whole day tomorrow. “Imogene’s being annoying... again. why can’t we let her stay, she didn’t even finish her knitting” He spoke, and mocked, wearing a smirk only his sister knew too well.