Beware the Frozen Heart

Not in the slightest.

Thirteenth, but yes. Agreed, I hardly ever include my title these days.

Well by all means be honest.

I sort of hate my title. It literally means nothing in my case.

Pleasure is all mine, Princess Navi. Unless you would prefer without the title. I do anyways. My full title is Princess Hannah of the Southern Isle.

Neither am I, if I'm honest.

Yes, well perhaps you should learn to listen.

You sure you're up for straight vodka?

I'm Hannah, by the way..

Lux lead the way without missing a step, “So what are you royal or common folk like me.”

Royal, I suppose. My title would be Princess Hannah of the Southern Isle.

Hannah had decided to take a late night walk when she heard a loud thud nearby her usual route. Curiously peeking around the corner, the red head rushed to her friends aid. It felt odd to say the word friend. Hannah hadn't really had any growing up. Her sisters were the popular ones. Being unlucky number thirteen didn't always go in your favor. A smile slowly crept on her face as she knelt down to him, "You must have hit your head, silly thing."

So, what's your poison?

Well then, allow me to change that.

So, Mister Rowan, you got somewhere to be or can I buy you a drink.

Lux smiled walking alongside the red head.  ”I know just the place to go.”

Hannah allowed her steps to match that of the girl with wild hair."Lead the way."