The Princess's Salon III

The canopy of trees shielded the ladies from the midday sun as they sauntered on, engaging in small chit chats as they padded through the imperial grounds, escorted by a few puppet-like maids who had the talent of blending into the background. The stroll through the gardens had reached a pleasing stop as the group of ladies approached the training grounds, the stone-walled gates before them towering in height. Sure enough, the smell of horses and leather filled the air as the stable grounds were quite close by. The slowly distinct voices of the imperial knights permeated the afternoon atmosphere.

"Good afternoon, princess Naomi" a knight in silvery armour greeted, then bowed to the rest of the entourage around the princess most nonchalantly.

"Hmm. Are my brothers here?" She asked the knight who struggled to steal a glance at her.