Under his arm, the girl squirmed, so Karl set her on the ground and straightened her clothes.
"And who might you be, little one?" He asked.
"Princess Rue, bastard daughter of the King." She replied with a formal bow that didn't suit her simple dress.
Karl smiled. "So, Princess, what is fun to do around here?"
The girl simply looked confused for a moment. "Lord Emissary, where are your bodyguards?"
Karl laughed. "You think that I need bodyguards? That's adorable. But I did bring one. Meet Cara."
Cara came out, and the girl flinched. "That looks like it really hurt. I've got scars on my back from when the Princes wanted to find out if dragonkin could heal after being whipped, but this looks much worse."
Karl sighed. "Would you like me to fix that? It's really not a problem."
Princess Rue panicked and shook her head rapidly. "No, thank you, My Lord. They would never forgive me if I did. But can I ask a favour? Please forget that you saw me today."
