There was once a child, whose hobbies are to roam around the castle. Her name, was Elizabeth.
She was a child of a baron, close to the King, which were also the royal artists. For almost everyday of her life she would sneak in the workplace, carefully admiring her father's portraits of the beloved rulers of the land.

Thus goes the child, she practiced. Drawing in colors from the mountains, valleys, and forests outside the castle. All of them, where she had never been before. She had fun, they all had fun when the King discovered what had the child been doing behind her father's back.

This delighted the King so much, he offered her a job only appointed to one's trusted. That is..

"Elizabeth my dear?"

"Yes, uncle King? What is it?"

"Will you be willing to play with my son?"

The King asked the child, and Elizabeth couldn't be more happy to do so. For that, she had earned her first friend. But then.

"No!" The prince said, shutting her out and giving no chance of approach. There she stood just outside the wooden frame of the prince's door, filed with shock. However, this was her first time doing so. Her first job. She needed to do it.

From then forward, she tried and tried and tried. But everytime she did, she was isolated. She understood the prince. He didn't want to have connections with her, or anything else. He just wanted to be alone. But for her, she wanted the exact opposite.

She wanted to play, to meet new friends, more specifically him. She thought he was really still a kid. Making a woman like her, do a lot more than her age. But she figured if the prince didn't wanted to be friends. Then she would just stay away.

She's also, more than tired to do so. Everyday, she had thought of ways she never thought she'd be able to think of. Baked cookies, Accessories, A surprise party. But none of them seem to have attracted the prince. So she sat there, alone. Thinking of another last way to get his attention, before she would finally give up.

The ground was cold, she wanted to cry. It was very hard for her. Like torture, but with a prize. When she heard footsteps coming up behind her, this created a woman with dazzling beauty. So much so, she was standing the moment she saw her. The woman, with the kindest smile, looked at her with nothing but awe.

"Elizabeth my dearest? Is the ground cold?"

"Yes ma'am. Naturally." Elizabeth was flabbergasted, she was seen doing something inappropriate...