The child glanced around the unfamiliar surroundings, forgetting quite how she got there. Normally a confident thing, she felt her stomach twist up and her bottom lip slid between her teeth.

   "Mama?“ she called, hoping to get a response. "Papa? Clara?”

   No one answered.

   Soon enough her feet were carrying her from the room, hoping the outside would have more clues as to where she was. This place was obviously a castle, but it was dark, not like her home. She didn’t run into anyone either–what if she’d just been abandoned there? What if her parents didn’t find her?

   Almost about to lose all hope, she spotted a lady at the end of the corridor. She knew she must be a lady, because she had gloves on, and wore a pretty dress. Maybe she was a Princess, like her, or a Queen like her Mama.

   "‘Scuse me,“ she said quietly, approaching her. "I’m lost. Can you help?”