((Ugh…another day, another party where your father is hoping to marry you off to some stuffy noble. As you enter the ballroom you see familiar faces, all creeps and pompous jerks who want to put a ring on your finger. Oh well….maybe you can find someplace to hide during the party.))

As you make your way to the garden you bump into a very short woman who lets out a small squeak as you collide. This woman looks unfamilir, new to court.

— B-beg you forgiveness! I-I-I didn’t mean to…