It was really easy to forget Octavia was a princess. She acted nothing like one, and didn’t dress like one at all. In fact, if you hadn’t seen her home or heard her talk, you wouldn’t a clue at all.

But today was different, her birthday to be exact. And when you told her you’d be taking her on a date for her birthday, she wanted to look her best. She was stunning; wearing a beautiful black and gold dress, complete with sleeves and a tiara. She smiled; your reaction was priceless.

“You clean up nicely yourself. Come on, let’s be going. I can’t wait to see what you have planned for me this evening.”