“Your majesty, I would like to request a private meeting. I’m sorry that I didn’t message ahead about this, but I came as soon as I could.” He looked the girl over; she was a witch but not one he knew. She has pale skin, and her long curly red hair is settling around her hips. Her light brown eyes shone with an inner glow. She was wringing her hands in the front of her black t-shirt with what appeared to be a logo for a band that he didn’t recognise.
Her jeans were a pale blue with holes in the knees and she had dark leather boots that came to mid-calf. She had a patchwork bag slung over her shoulder with lots of colours and patterns in all of the little squares that made up the bag. He was surprised it was still in one piece. He narrows his eyes a little,
“Might I ask your name? And I
