"Princess Lyne." She heard someone call for the second time as she sat by the riverside on a rock. The sun was lazily feeding on the ground and if she guessed right, it was still very early.

"I'm here." She answered, not looking back.

"Hey. I'm sorry to disturb you, Your Highness, but I noticed you needed someone to talk to."

The caller came closer and sat beside her. It was Amber. She wore an ankle-length black gown with a white apron around her waist.

She beamed. "You're right. I'm just down."

"I should have known. You must be going through a lot." Amber added, gesturing towards her waist. "Princess,...