Misa couldn’t shake off the feeling that this had happened before. The cold bit into her cheeks and turned her nose red as she walked towards the fountain with the guards following behind her. Prince Peron stood at the edge of the square architecture, leaning forward to observe the fishes amongst the water lilies.
It was then that Misa realized why the walk was so familiar. What was it about fountains that always attracted a dreaded meet she was always forced into? Shaking her head, Misa approached the prince, and like clockwork, the guards retreated.
“Misa,” Peron said, glancing up at the sound of her footsteps. “I’m glad you’re punctual.”
Misa merely shrugged in reply. “We have a whole day. What will you start with?”
He offered a charming smile, one that Misa did
