She didn't understand why she was drawn to him, why the rumors of a mysterious Prince in the castle called to her. Why should a Prince interest her? But maybe it had something to do with her missing memories. Maybe.<br/><br/>Oriana simply followed it, giving way to the impulse as she slipped out of the inn and into the night, her loose green dress flowing around the supple curves of her body as she hummed happily to herself. It didn't occur to the wayward Princess to be worried about being alone at night in the woods. There was simply no fear, no thought of needing to fear. Just that, perhaps, finally, some of the answers she sought might be found. Her pale golden brown hair hung loosely around her, its slightly curled lengths, tiny flyaways surrounding the elegant structure of her cheekbones giving her an almost fae appearance. She was beautiful, but in a way unusual to this land. And she was tiny, a slip of a thing.<br/><br/>Suddenly a man approached her and she felt her heart flutter, but the moment she heard his voice she stiffen, confused. Something was wrong, something bad was going to happen, his silhouette was menacing almost, promising of darkness. But even as she stepped away from him, stuttering out words he stepped forward and into the light. The connection of her pale jade eyes to his blue ones soothed her, was this who she had come seeking?<br/><br/>When his hand reached for hers Oria trembled and let him take her own. All she had to guide her was the press of magic, and indeed there was that familiar pressure. But he didn't seem...right. The girl took a step back, trying to tug her hand free, he couldn't be the Prince she sought. "Let go." she said, her eyes large in her face. "Let me go!"