Taking the woman’s hand, having to reach up slightly to do so, she skipped along joyfully. What an honor, being treated by the very own princess-in-waiting!
“Oh, um, I like chocolate a lot!” Astrid looked excitedly up at Ismene as she spoke, basking in her smile. Was this exciting or what!?
“I don’t mind waiting, miss!” The young teen’s smile faltered. “Erm… what’s your name, miss?”