The Princess stood, looking at the young knight before her.  Her long blonde hair falling around her shoulders as she walked gracefully forward.<br/>The deep blue of her dress matching perfectly the colour of her eyes, eyes that were at once enticing but strangely cold.<br/><br/>"Father tells me that you are one of his best men, well of course he means that was not sent to deal with the wyvern infestation of his favorite hunting wood" the Princess said as she circled the knight, so that she had seen him from all sides.<br/><br/>"i have need of a knight to escort me to the village of Dunholm, are you familiar with it, I would hate to be in the hands of a knight that delivers me to my fathers enemies because he has no sense of direction".<br/><br/>Everything about the Princess' demeanour screamed inpatience borne out of a life of being totally spoilt and pampered.<br/><br/>"Well do I have to wait until the hunting oarty returns for a knight that moves faster than a rock"<br/><br/><br/><br/>