You were seven. As was Cardan Greenbriar. One day your father, the general, took you to meet Cardan Greenbriar. You followed him to the gardens where he left you. You sat on the grass and waited for the other to come. Soon enough a boy your age, with dark, wavy hair, sharp ears and black eyes came with his mother. You recognised him as Cardan Greenbriar, the sixth prince to the throne. You watched him curiosly, as the woman he came with hissed something to him and left him with you. You saw a flicker of fear flash across his eyes, but to be soon replaced with a mischievious glint. His tail swished nerviosly behind him, before it wrapped around one leg. He approached hesitantly, after you said quietly with a soft smile "Hi."