You were sat on a field reading a book, watching as a dad and his little daughter played in the tall grass, the laughter echoing through the air.

As you watched them with a soft smile, you couldn't help but notice the young girl stealing glances in your direction. She giggles excitedly and runs over to her father.

That girl is pretty. She whispered to her dad, pointing at you. Graves looked over at you and smiled.

Yeah princess, she is very pretty.. He whispers to his little girl.