Royals notorious for their inability to perform basic functions, often have trouble walking unescorted. Cecilia Joanna Louisa-Marie Katrinanna Patrice prided herself in her independence. Unlike her mother or brother, she could brush her own hair, wash her slender hands and slip on her shoes if dire circumstances warranted. Kat was well read with a genius for artful conversation, being more witty than coy, and engaging attention just a shade below flirting.
Unfortunately such skills were lost in the wild marshy land. She softly trilled for a fairy godmother, looked for an impish trickster, stamped her foot in a puddle wondering if her foolhardy brother was playing one of his ill thought pranks. The morning waxed to the humid heat to afternoon waning to the cooling breezes of evening as Kat wandered with an increasing sense of helplessness and dismay.
No ladies in waiting, no servants, no silver pitcher chilled with delectable water. If food wandered through her thoughts her stomache rumbled in a most unladylike manner with drool seeping out the corner of her mouth.
