Hello my fellow royal subjects, I am Lady Dorinda, formally known as the soon to be Princess of the Southern Isles. My fiance is none other than Prince Hans. I enjoy conversations with travelers from far away blogs, an aspiring artist under the name Nick Pitera, and of course my red-headed Prince. I welcome you to message our Royal Family at any time :)
"I can understand that. It takes many years to mourn any loss in such depth." She responded, nodding. "Oh, this is a good one. Have you ever heard of the story Peter Pan?" Dorinda wondered excitedly.
Eugene knew that first hand. He lost his mother years ago and he was still mourning her loss. “I’ve heard of the story,but I’ve never actually read it before. It seems interesting”
Dorinda chuckled as she flicked through a couple pages, reminiscing the first time she had read the book. “It really is a wonderful story. You should this one sometime,” She told him, setting it on the dresser before searching through the bookshelf contents again. A rather large book caught her eye, it’s golden calligraphy on the red leather cover giving it a wonderfully magnificent appearance. “Oh!” Dorinda let out a gasp and she swiftly pulled the book from its place. The title on the front read ‘The Tales of Flynnigan Rider’ and she eagerly started flipping through the pages. “Have you ever read this one?” She asked, showing the book to Eugene.
Dorinda looked up from the book she had been reading to the young girl and smiled. “Why, of course, Marianne. That would be delightful.” She answered warmly as she gracefully rose from her seat and walked beside her dear friend, with her book in hand. “It’s such a lovely day, don’t you think so?”