◄ ☂ ►The air of haste and hubbub in Caste Town was virtually nonexistent within the realm of the Bug Kingdom. Her palace walls, lined with displays and her unique taste in decor, managed to fortify her well enough so that she did not have to be bothered with the land outside. Or perhaps it was her own head being so far in the clouds that obscured her perception of the world.
While the leaves faded into their seasonal browns and reds, and the townsfolk prepared themselves for the upcoming wintry months, Agitha only occupied herself with the matters of her small principality. After all, running a kingdom was equally as important as the harvests and the commerce that took place. It wouldn't be very long before the North East winds of Snowpeak swept across the land to chase away the lingering warmth. Her subjects would need her more than ever once the land outside became too frigid for them.
Increased attention was paid to the insects during the days of autumn. Her constant worrying and babying made her out to be more of a frantic mother rather than a sovereign at that time--not that such a thing mattered. Princess Agitha was the lone princess, she could behave how she pleased. However, it did provide an explanation for her panic upon finding that one of her citizens had vanished.
❝Mrs. Grasshopper, how could you let your husband wander off like this?!❞ Mrs. Grasshopper, who was much too occupied with the clover she had been served for lunch, had no explanation for her irritable princess. Agitha sighed heavily in her direction. ❝You've been being so rude lately...I bet that's why he left...❞ The latter half of that statement was said under her breath. It was not the ideal time to talk about the rough patch in the Grasshopper marriage.
Agitha continued the search on her own, only to be paused by a rap on the door. Strange...she hadn't been expecting visitors. ❝We have a guest, Mrs. Grasshopper...so please try to be polite like everyone else, okay?❞ She insisted as she crossed to the front door and turned the brass knob. Agitha was only able to catch a glance at the person at her porch before a familiar song redirected her attention to the person's palms. ❝Mr. Grasshopper! I've been looking all over for you!❞ As if the little bug could recognize the voice of his caretaker, he was quick to spring onto her hand. Agitha took a moment to dote on him, before glancing back up at his rescuer.
❝Oh, miss! Thank you, thank you! I missed him so very much...❞ Somewhere in the midst of that sentence the volume of her voice began to fade. Realization ran it's course quickly. A face she had only seen in rare glimpses or portraits crafted by disciplined hands. Perhaps in passing or from a distance Agitha would have been fooled that commoners garb, but it was difficult to mistake her when she was so very close.
If she viewed things through the same lens as the rest of the world, she might have been terribly nervous. However, as far as she was concerned she was the Queen's fellow royal and they were destined to cross paths at some point. The child giggled into her glove before bobbing into a cursty. ❝Your Majesty, it is a pleasure...and it's about time! We're practically neighbors and you've never been to Princess Agitha's Castle!❞
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