There was a small note left on the man's dresser that read "Dear... um... is is Nikolaus? I've seen you once or twice while I was wandering this palace. Your facial hair makes me kind of uncomfortable. You also wear the wrong shade of green. I will get my friend to make you clothes with the right color, so don't fret! Sincerely, Starling. PS. I like your brother."
Nikolaus read the note and scoffed. Who was this 'Starling', and why did she think that she had any right to tell him what shade of green is wrong and which is right? Apparently she had been in the palace before, but he never noticed the maids or noblewomen that visited the Southern Isles, so her name and face was a mystery to him.
He crumpled the piece of paper and threw it aside, contemplating just why any sane person would name their child "Starling", which was much more befitting of a harlot and not someone who could so easily leave such a note in his private quarters.
And this woman, this "Starling", obviously had some sort of mental blockage, since the last line had read that she had a fondness for his brother. Naturally, he assumed Hans was the one she spoke of, since the only women he could ever attract were, indeed, harlots.