The cold weather was not something the Duchess Chance was looking forward to. Her petite, lean frame was not adorned with enough muscle or fat (malnourished as she was while growing up) to keep her warm, and while she wore dresses throughout the year, Princess had pulled out a thick knee-length sweater dress today in a deep red color. If she was going to be cold, at least she could look smashing during. Not everyone could be so lucky.
In the time following the end of the war and Haven's strange behavior as of late, Princess was spending more time away from home. Usually she was alone, but today Felicity accompanied her, her daughter's frame taller and more curved than her own. Mother and daughter walked together, speaking quietly, but it was Felicity that noticed the playing wolf first. "Hello," she called out to her, while her mother looked around to see if there was something causing such antics outside during the day. Absolutely crazy.
"Princess."; "Felicity."
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