Thread:Waring Farms/@comment-27147599-20190210025123/@comment-36910229-20190210030855

Sam walked up behind Faith and hummed. “Your highness” he bowed to her.

Jewel sat down on a bench in the courtyard, sighing softly. Today was the one day of the week she got to go outsid and pick her own dress. She picked a basic and simple one. One that went down to her ankles and had long sleeves. She started to sketch out something on her small notebook, looking down at the ground.