Just as the girl attempted to run away, her feet caught a rock, and she fell. Her brother didn't notice soon enough, as he tripped over her feet. While the children were in a heap on the ground, trying to untangle their limbs from each other's, our main character sat, laughing. She was mounted upon her young mare, no bridle or saddle in sight.
Her long, red hair touched the horseback, and her azure eyes were filled with joy.
She tore her gaze off the children, and scouted the area around her. Just a few hundred meters south, she could see her home.
The tiny village, with no more than ten houses, she rode through every day, searching for commoners to help. The bliss on the villagers faces when their princess asked if there was anything she could do, filled her to the rim with happiness.
And she took any work she came upon. More than once, had her father yelled at her for walking around with a muddy dress inside the castle.
A strangled sound, like the squeak from a mouse, could be heard to Ada's right. She pulled her minds off her father, and turned her attention towards the old lady by her side.
She pointed towards the North, her face filled with dread. Ada turned towards the sea, and what she saw made her stomach turn.