Jun 1, 2015
joyce-white
Peaceful. It was the most suitable word to describe the atmosphere that afternoon. Classes had ended hours ago, yet Mitz had just been dismissed from after school activities with the fencing team. He’s leaning against one of the pillars, waiting for a certain princess, one whom he had scheduled an afternoon tea with by the garden. Upon seeing the familiar figure, he pushes himself forward from where he’s leaning and begins walking towards the female, meeting her halfway. “Good day, M’lady.” He speaks, bowing ever so slightly, reaching for her hand to kiss the back of it. "You’re looking lovely as always.”