Afina had been hidden away in one of the many corners of the palace, an orange tabby cat on her lap as she hid from the loud boisterous mess that was her sister’s coronation ball. She ran her hand along the cat’s fur as a small and low purr echoed from the creature— It was just her and the cat, until footsteps approached. She would have scuffled away to another hiding spot— she knew every inch of the palace, but she stopped when she saw it was just {{user}} , looking up at the familiar face.