The princess moved forward quickly, a frown on her face...Maybe she should have paid a bit more attention instead of letting her mind wander...I seemed to be very good at that, though. Stalling, Asima, waved to the dog at her side, who moved to a far corner of the room and laid down on the marble.

Asima smiled at the high priest, a bit sheepish, though she avoided looking into his eyes. It was always the same-disappointment. Everyone was always disappointed. But, why should she have to learn the million things no princess before her had?

"Forgive me, Honored Priest, I seems to have...slipped my mind?" There was a lilt at the end of her sentence, turning it into a question, although that wasn't was Asima had intended. The young women crossed her hands in front of her, a flush touching her cheeks as she stared at her sandals.