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The words that would describe Cassia, the daughter of King Caspian, would be, kind, generous, and quiet at first but energetic once you get to meet her. So in other words, an ambivert. Curious, but scared? And finally, the type of person who once something comes to her, she can't stop thinking about it for hours.
That's how it has been ever since she woke up from a small nap she took. She had dreamed of a boy, a boy she had never seen. And he looked like he wasn't from Auradon from the way he appeared in her dreams, a face full of eyeliner, a red bandana wrapped around his head under a pirate hat. He was a pirate. In her dreams, she never communicated with him, every time she tried to reach for him he would fade away.
And that intrigued the princess.
"Come on we're going to be late, Eli." The brunette yelled at the son of Rapunzel and Eugene Fitzherbert. They were both two minutes away from being late to their fitting for Cotillion at Evie's. This was because Cassia killed her time thinking about that boy in her dreams.
"Oh, come on. It's Evie, not class." Elliot decided to take his time in walking, not caring.
Cassia huffed walking back to grab the boy's arm to pull him to her speed. "I know that, but Evie is really busy lately and if we don't get there we will lose our fitting. And we will not have one until who knows when."
And apart from that, Cassia just liked to be on time. She hated being late. If you asked her the question, "Would you prefer to be one hour late or one hour early", she would sit on the second category, always. Elliot on the other hand, didn't care about his lateness.
Cassia's hand came in contact with the wooden door as her knuckles delivered three knocks. The door opened, revealing the blue-haired fashionista, Evie.
"Hi!" Evie beamed at the sight of her friends. "Come in. I'm so sorry for the mess, I'm just trying to finish Mal's dress, and I'm looking for so much fabric for the dresses of the rest of the girls."
"It's okay. Don't worry." The brunette smiled kindly. One thing she was taught was not to judge or criticize.
"Who's going first?" Evie's excitement filled the room. If there was something Evie loved was to bring life with her clothes, and to show her clients' background stories with their parents.
Cassia smiled kindly, while Elliot looked around, showing that he didn't want to go first. But Evie noticed it so she obviously spoke—
"Eli?"
"Oh, yeah." Elliot rolled his eyes jokingly, knowing Evie chose him because she liked it when people stepped out of their zones.
