Dylan Rae Terrick. She wasn't like other girls, that was for sure. With curly, brunette hair and bright blue eyes, she was anything but ordinary. She was tough, and could take anything that was thrown at her. Except her mother's sickness. When she was only ten, her mother caught a horrible, non-viral illness, and was forbidden by a doctor to work at all. Dylan, only at ten years old, had to take up her mother's job as the queen's top servant. It was a tough job, that was something she couldn't disagree with, yet, she still has it to this day.
"Dylan, come here, quickly." Dylan looked up from the dress she was swiftly mending, her eyes drifting across the queen's troubled face. With a sigh, she stood to her feet and hurried over, smiling softly.
"Yes malady?" She peered over the queen's shoulder, her blue eyes drifting over the dozens of names on the list.
"Which princess am I missing? We have that ball coming up soon, and I want to send an invitation to every princess my Nathan fancies." Nathan doesn't fancy any of these conceited women. Was what Dylan wanted to say, but decided against it.
"Caledonia of Deceletra, malady." Dylan smiled before going back to the dress she was mending.
*Ugh, brain hurts*
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