The sun hit her face through her window, waking her up. That was the problem with her room, she had a window too close to her bed. But she's slept in this room since birth, so she stayed in it. Without an intention to move out of it and into another of the many bedrooms on this floor. Sometimes she thought her castle was too big, other times she thought it was just right. There never was an in between with her. But then again, she always had a hard time making up her mind. Usually, her decisions were made for her. She guessed that's what comes with being a princess.
Kassandra sighed, and sat up. Swinging her legs over the side of her bed, she slid her feet into her slippers. The floors were almost always cold in the castle, and she hated it, especially in the winter. Standing, Kassandra rubbed the sleep from her eyes and yawned. Walking to her balcony doors, she opened them and continued walking forward. She loved the view from her balcony. Kassandra over looked a lake, a forest she often ventured in while she was younger, and the extensive garden she practices her archery in. She took a deep breath, leaning on the rail. The weather seemed nice enough to venture out today into the town. Kassandra loved going out to see her subjects. The people of the village were wonderful, so she tried to go out as much as she could.
Walking back into her room and closing the doors behind her, Kassandra then headed to her vast closet of dresses. Running her hand along them, she picked out a short blue one. Blue is her favorite color, so she has a lot of blue dresses. She pulled her long light brown hair up while she put on her dress. After she got ready, she walked out of her room and down the marble spiral staircase. As she neared the door, two guards opened the massive wooden doors for her. She thanked them, and continued on. As she walked, the gaurd who opened and closed the iron gate faced her. "Where are you headed, my lady?" he called down.
"Just out!" Kassandra called up. The gaurd opened the gates, and she continued walking. When the people of the village noticed her, they all bowed and greeted her. Kassandra smiled at them, waving at the small children who clung to their parents and gazed at her in awe. Everytime she visits the village, there's always something new for her to look at. As Kassandra walked along the center left side of tables, she looked at everything she saw, even buying a few things. She wasn't the type to just take things because of her royal status, unlike her father.
It wasn't uncommon for Kassandra to recieve a letter from someone either propsoing to her, threatining to kill her or complaining about her father's rule. Her father had a reputation of being halfway heartless, depending on his mood that day. As Kassandra got older, it wasn't hard for her to understand why her mother left them when she was young.
She shook the thoughts of her mother out of her head, and kept walking. That's when she saw... him.
She only saw the profile of his face, but Kassandra knew he was handsome. She looked at him for a moment longer and figured he was a poor farm boy. She felt sort of drawn to him, but not out of pity. Oh no, never pity. The boy caught her staring, and smiled at her. "What brings you here, prinzessin?" he asked, a wolfish grin following.
"Uh, just looking around," she stammared.
The boy raised an eyebrow. "I've noticed,' he replied.
Kassandra blushed lightly, but cleared her throat. "What's your name?" she asked, but she thought it sounded more like a demand.
"Lukas," he smiled, reaching down for brown paper and twine.
"Lukas.." she repeated dazily. She watched as Lukas put together a bouqet of the various blue flowers he had spread out. He wrapped the stems in the brown paper and tied it together with the twine. She leaned forward to watch him tie the string, and he picked up the flowers.
"For you, your majesty," he grinned. Kassandra slowly took the flowers from him, blushing heavily now.
"Danke," she said. Lukas looked around for any gaurds, and leaned forward. He lightly kissed her on the cheek.
"I hope to see you again," he whispered in her ear.
"Perhaps," she said, smirking. Kassandra smiled one last time and walked off back to the castle, flowers in hand. Lukas watched her go, pinching his forearm. He thanked God that he wasn't dreaming.
