It was night, the light of the stars and moon casting a calming glow over the wet brick of the old buildings and the muddy streets that lay between them. A girl was atop her horse, legs crossed and sitting askew so that her legs hung down the horse’s side. She was holding the reins in one hand, gently steering the horse as she looked at the buildings and admired them. She was often locked away in the castle, so she never had the chance to admire the architecture of the town, no matter how unimpressive it really was. Looking upon the princess on her horse, regal and unfaltering, it was hard to tell that she was as much of a shut-in as many claimed. However, the deep dips in her pale skin and her saddened blue eyes told a different story entirely. Her hair was pulled back into a delicate bun, but she left some of her hair to fall down her back in beautiful, curling waves. She was wearing a light coating of makeup, perhaps to cover the paleness she donned.