Eve climbed down from the carriage, and the first person her eyes settled on was Prince Theron. The man stood with a few guards, giving out orders.
"Greetings, my prince," she bowed.
"Greetings," Theron whispered without glancing around to see who it was. To him, it was maybe one of the servants, but Eve did not leave. She stayed, waiting patiently for the prince to be done, and by the time he was, the passing maids and guards were already staring at her strangely.
Theron turned, and there she stood, her eyes to the ground and her head lowered.
"Emmm… hello," he murmured, not sure why she was still waiting.
Eve raised her head. "If my prince doesn't mind, I would like a word with you."
She was bold, but she looked awfully familiar.
"Who are you?" Theron asked as he led the way toward the courtyard.
