Arabella was the only daughter of a very wealthy man of the town, she was known by all as 'darling'. She was a petite girl with porcelain skin and pesky freckles all over her cheeks. Her hair was a messy curl of ginger that went down to the small of her back, impossible to straighten! She had on a white flowing dress with ruffles here and there, and a large red bow on the back. Her shoes clearly weren't for running in the streets, but there she was anyways.<br/><br/>She had been watching Byron from afar, it was usual for her mother to drag her around at night and that's when she saw him standing by the wall. She didn't exactly believe beasts lived out there, no matter how many times her mother would say it to her. If there were beasts it'd take more than a stupid wall to keep them out, right? Who said some of them couldn't fly, or jump real high like a frog! She was getting off track, in her hand was a plate of cookies she wanted to give to the man.<br/><br/>"Hey, mister!" A voice called, and when Byron didn't answer her first call the girl frowned and began to run after him. "Mister--!" She cut him off suddenly, placing a frail hand on his stomach to make him stop him from just walking away. Looking up at him she tilted her head, fire-colored locks toppling to one side of her body. "It's quite rude to ignore a lady," Her voice had that 'rich' sound to it, it wasn't exactly snobby but you could just tell by how she spoke that her parents were loaded for one reason or another.  She removed her hand and placed it back of the very decorative china that sparkled in her hand, and on the plate were fresh cookies.<br/><br/>"You're a soldier boy, aren't you?" She asked though she knew the answer. She had seen Byron at nights when her mother dragged her to boring parties that smelled of burning something or another. "Ma said I shouldn't go near you, you're a bad apple, a little too bruised on one side," She smiled brightly at him, freckled cheeks flushed from the warmth of the sun. "That's why I brought you cookies! I made them myself... Even if you're a bruised apple you still protect me," She held the plate out, little did she know it was an extremely pricey plate. A white plate with navy detailing and smaller gold detailing, where the gold was literal gold that glittered in the sun.<br/><br/>"What's in your little flower box? Do you have a girrrlllfriend, mister soldier boy?" Arabella giggled happily, eyes dazzling blue that twinkled in the sun.