Amble over (girls only)
You stare curiously at the stranger, wondering whether to approach.
As the figure starts to beckon more insistently, you find yourself
ambling up to it.
"Hello. Do you mean any harm to come my way, stooped one?"
you ask cautiously.
"Not at all," a handsome voice replied. The stranger took
down their hood. It was a young man of around seventeen years of age.
He had a mop of dark brown curly hair and piercing and intense blue
eyes, streaked with silver. A face, as perfect as a cherub's, smiled
at you with shining, white, straightened teeth. You gasp at his
radiance as your face turns red with embarrassment at your state of
being.
"I-I did not mean that-that, I thought y-you w-w-were an
o-." You were cut off by the handsome young man.
"It is not an offense to me that you have judged someone before
you have seen them. I did, Miss, look stooped after all." he said
charmingly. You smile, flirtingly.
"My name is Prince Markus Antonius the eleventh of England. But
you, genteel Miss, may call me Mark." He smiles again and you
feel your heart practically melt.
"I am Miss... Miss.... I am Miss(fill in the blank)
of...Nantucket." You think, at least.
"well Miss (blank), I would love for you to accompany me back to
my home, the Castle Avonlea."
