Most in the position of the young princess would be traumatized, their blood would be running cold, perhaps they'd find themselves at a loss of what to do. But, Rosalind was only annoyed.

Three days prior. she'd been enamored by a vine entangled on a large oak tree. For hours she circled the tree, trying to investigate where the vine began and end. She loved the way this small, petite plant wrapped it's limbs all around the enormous oak. It was admiring, really, how this puny plant, this vine, could easily suck the life of the grand tree. Fascinating.

Her curiosity got the best of her. During her observations she was SWIPED from her very home! Gagged and tied, by a band of slimy wolves who went on about being "child-slavers". Sounded ridiculous to the princess, and several times she demanded her freedom. Rosalind threatened that her mother was The Dragon, and that Ma would surely burn them alive as soon as she realized what had happened. "I'm warnin' you!"

But Azuhel was taking too long, and Rosalind did not take to her bindings or the company of the slavers. She gnawed tirelessly at the ropes the moment she realized they were asleep (despite one of the slavers being given direction to take watch of her). Rosalind had been running ever since, trying to deepen the distance between her and the thieves. But upon doing this, she lost her sense of direction. How the hell was she supposed to get back home?

Deeming it safe to stop to rest, Rosalind collapsed in a bed of lavender flowers, sighing heavily. "This ain't a good way for
a princess to be spendin' her days." She complained to no one in particular, rolling onto her back to stare above at the canopy of trees cradling above her.

At the hint of company approaching, Rosalind chose to lay very still rather than run. She figured there wasn't a chance that the slavers could have caught up to her yet, and besides... even if she wanted to move, it was very likely that she wouldn't be able to. Making quite the dramatic entrance through the clearing was a boy, a very golden boy. Stretching her neck, she looked back towards him as he came closer.

"A princess shouldn't be out here all alone..." Her face scrunched, as she stared at him. And just why not? Besides, it's not like she CHOSE to be out here! She'd much rather be home. Rather than teasing, like her siblings would, his voice sounded much different. Almost like he was sorry for her. If that was the case, then good! He should be sorry for her. She was kidnapped from her own kingdom while she was simply minding her own business! That was a catastrophe, the absolute worst crime, all on its own!

She twisted her body upright, curls falling in her eyes before she blew them upward. An obstruction of sight would just be a disadvantage to her. For now, she was still uncertain whether Golden Boy was friend or foe. "Are you lost, Princess? I'm Cassian, a prince of Inaria. It'd be my pleasure to help you."

A prince?! Is that right? Rosalind couldn't believe what she was hearing. She didn't know a world outside of Alteron, she always believed her family was the only royalty. Before answering, she considered her response. Does she admit vulnerability? Play the helpless card to her advantage? "Why hello, Prince Cassian. My name is Rosalind, Princess of Alteron." Then, a curtsy. "Do ya know howta get back to Alteron? I was kidnapped three days ago by these disgusting, slimy slavers!" Dealing the helpless card was her best bet, she decided. Taking advantage of Cassian was not her intentions, but she had to be strategic if she wanted to get home.

She took notice of his his stature and the way he held himself, Rosalind had always been observant in this way. It made her cheeks warm to think that this Prince Cassian was looking to impress her. The only other prince she had ever known were her two brothers, who would have never acted so courteously towards her. It was well deserved, she thought, this respect that Cassian was giving. She was caught off guard, however, by his slight fit of laughter. Her expression rotated to show confusion, brows pressed close and lips turned to a pout. Rosalind wasn't pleased that he was laughing during such a state of despair, she hadn't even made a joke! Nothing about this situation was funny!

Disappointingly, Cassian went on to say that Alteron was too far. Though she fought to show it, her heart and head felt heavy. Rosalind was normally a blooming flower, always carrying herself with pride. But at this news, she appeared as a decaying rose, petals falling like her hopes of returning home. "Too far..." She repeated silently, listening choosingly as Cassian went about to explain his kingdom, inaria. Sounds nice, she supposed, but it wasn't Alteron.

It was bright here, in Alteron, she wouldn't be the light in the dark here. There would be no Ma, Pa, or Papa here. She would blend in seamlessly, she would have no title. No one to recognize her importance. She would be a nobody in Inaria, and that didn't seem very beautiful at all. As the young golden boy approached her, she tussled her hair at his gesture to place the flower, closing her eyes as he placed it gently. Her cheeks were warm once more. An inevitable smile grew, and she nodded reluctantly. "Okay..." She hesitated, standing to face Cassian, expecting to follow him towards Inaria. "But, maybe you can ask your Mama or Papa later if they will bring me home." She gently pressed her nose against Cassian's cheek, as if to thank him for the flower, and began trotting towards the direction he'd entered from.

"Come, Prince Cassian! Show me your home."