She was so deep in thought, racking her brain to identify just what made her so easy to replace? The Light Lady had spent years learning of her should-be husband. Training to be something, someone of importance with all the needed proper aspects of a would-be royal. She was meant to be Queen, but she wasn't scorned about that. She was torn apart at the seams of being born, raised and molded to be someone for a Prince who didn't even give her a second glance. What was wrong with her? What did she not have, that a Starling did. She sighed, not knowing of the approaching male Ethereal until he spoke.
”Hello there!” The sudden voice caught her off guard, setting her into a sitting upright position as she looked to the descending sky colored male who yelled out to her. He was of the Winter descent, reminding her of the sunrise, and with wings perched on his shoulders? She was interested in how this male was brought up, surely he wasn't of her clan, nor the ones back home. He was the first winged Ethereal she had seen. She couldn't help by look him up and down, watching the clouds roll over his wings and body.
”I could not help but notice you amongst all these flowers. I just had to meet you!” A soft smile pulled at the Ladys lips, she hadn't smiled in what felt like ages. He was interested in meeting her, based on her appearance? Someone finally showed her attention, someone of her lineage. ”My name is Hermes. I’m the prince of Sabertooth, a pack east of here.” Her shock was concealed well as she stood up straight and gave him a bow. A Prince . . .
”May I have the honor of learning your name? Surely it must be a beautiful name for a beautiful femme such as yourself.” He was being flirty with her, and a wink made her giggle as she rose her head. Vibrant, glowing pinks covered her cheeks as she blushed. "I am Lady Aurora, once maiden of the Arctic Borealis clan. The honor is all mine, Prince Hermes." She smiled flirtatiously, sitting back down and wrapping her colorful tail around her frame. "It's a pleasure to meet you, you're quite charming." She giggled, her tail tip flicking back and forth.
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