A Compaion... Ah, for companionship. Kiara leaned against the railing of her balcony and took a deep breath of the rose scented air, closing her eyes. Her father was talking about marriage again, matching her to various princes of the realms and renowned captains and generals.
The idea made her smile. Resting her chin on her hands, she gazed down over the palace garden, rich with blooming flowers of every shape, size, color, and scent. So far she had refused three of the suitors her father had put before her. She would not be so easily given away to anyone less than perfect. Not in the slightest! She would search through a hundred men... No, a thousand. A million! Happiness wouldn't come easily, would it? Her father was always talking about sacrifice, how sometimes good must be foregone in favor of better, and better for best. Well, he ought to be proud she was taking his advice to heart. Perhaps she would remind him of his words next time he expressed frustration over her stubbornness. Would he have her unhappy for the rest of her life, chained to a man she could not love?
Of course not. She dismissed the thought, straightening as a figure entered the garden alongside the King himself.
Now there was a man to consider. The Captain of the Guard. Young and handsome, tall and broad and strong, a warrior fit to rescue a damsel in distress. She blushed at the thought of it.
She found herself wondering what he was like. She didn't know him very well at all. He would have to be gentle, of course. Many warriors she'd met were far too insensitive. But not too gentle, like the impossible minstrels and troubadours who knew how to do naught else but fawn and sing.
The princess rolled her eyes in disgust at the mental image, and returned her attention to far more pleasant things.
Well. I succeeded in creating another character I dislike very much. In case you were wondering, this is the princess from the Gallant Tailor story I'll be doing for NaNo.
Yay for character redemption.