She escaped. Out of the door, the door automatically replied with a quiet clasp as she searched around and decided to explore the palace. Or a castle.

She felt weak. Her energy drained as she felt she hadn't moved that much in days. Or even how many days she had slept. To which she estimated to be around 2. Not too much, but it certainly was a bit over for her stature and small being.

The room reached tall in height. Much too royal for her to live, or sleep in. Again. She felt comfort, but it was not the type of house nor color she would choose if offered.

The path to the garden was hard. The road was like a maze of bushes, and she figured it would be hell to figure her way back into her room- or at least, his room of vacancy which she sudden woke up to int he middle of the sun dawn.

She sighed. She did not expect her newly formed idea to go like this. Her escapee- or a getaway from a stranger room and totally not to her liking.

She didn't like the garden. She sniffed and scrunched her nose. The roses would figuratively pierce her finger with their thorns, but- even though she liked the smell. As the wants of roses and ground of soil entered her nose. As she frowned looking at bushes around covering her mere existence- as it was as well hard enough for her trying to return to her room. Much for the same embarassment for when she tried to get back to her solitary table during the party the other night. For directions or sense of mapped paths are not her forte- not even the slightest clue where she had been or where she was clearly existing at.

She escaped. Out of the door, deliberately. The door that automatically replied with a quiet clasp as she searched around and decided to explore the palace. Or castle.

She had travelled the rose gardened grounds.

It felt weird.

Maybe it was just a new place that she has just discovered and stepped into- by herself- on her own two feet and it was just a new sight and taste of experience. To her at least.

And now she didn't know what to do. Again. To an extent she wanted to pull her hair out or search the google for direction or locations, to which she couldn't since she forgot where she left her cell. To what she didn't know how to react by now- or the usual bypass ordinary action which is to act normal and calmly in her shoes.

Which doesn't work.

Or a new realm. Her mind reminded her.

And a response that she swatted and ignored. To which it couldn't be real.

Someone saw her. She noticed. She felt her mortal heart skip a beat and her soul almost running away as it was sudden.

Too sudden as she saw a man in black and white. Appeared old, mindedless
and majestic. He shocked her, to of not his intention, and he didn't move.

She wanted to ask for help, but his mere expression made her freeze and detain the urge to talk, or even walk up to him.

She smiled.

He froze, as his face muscles got tense and frozen- to the ground as he thought of her as an intruder. She also thought. She knew she wasn't supposed to be here. She regretted that she asked the man to go out together, and she had escaped secretly from the mere thought of him coming back that the long limousine's ready. Or even a gigantic car that would take her to the mall. Or an expensive building that would shame her already..

She looked down.

Pink dress.

Transparent, and she swore she could almost see her insides.

She grinned at the man, and turned a little bit too quickly and swiftly. Panick ran through her mind. She had damn well hoped that he didn't change her clothes by himself. Or him at all, at least. She almost crouched down and wished for the earth to swallow her whole. She flapped the fabric on her chest. It was pink. Maybe not too thin or thick, that she could see her breasts visibly. To which she angered that the man took off her bra.

It would be better to think that it was a maid who changed her. But who knew, he was a rather brass and dazzling man who would offer a woman in trouble and offer her wine to a few glasses then take her home. So she wasn't one to say.

Of course, she didn't want to confront him. If she knew the truth. The 'bad', truth, she would wish for upon a shooting star that into the darkness would swallow him into a black hole and that she wished none of this ever happened.

Or she could slap him across the face and kick his jewels in the center. Maybe that would make some sense into him, or maybe he would stop taking random girls into his house and being so kind so naturally. It would be a rock on her shoulders, and she wouldn't know what to do. Or if he did the right thing, and with courtesy asked a maiden to change her, she would be so glad.

But still, she would still be mad and slap him across the face for being so daring, brave and a frontliner, -and charming at the same time. Hopefully he wouldn't do the opposite and stare into her eyes, into her already glimmering irises and suddenly kisses her. None at all.

She suddenly felt her eyes brimming. Lips almost quivering and the embarrassment of such dress she was wearing at the moment. So light, transparent and pink she felt she was out of place and that she wore the wrong nightgown. To a place of bushes and rose field. She realised.

It was already bad enough she was weird. The only one wearing a normal yellow dress the other night, and that she gobbled plates up like a maniac, and that she had lost her way onto the one table that she had only sat on. Just from the toilet and back, to which she couldn't find her way.

She swore she heard a snicker, to which she shot her head up.

The man was ducked. Covering his grey moustached mouth as he pretended to trim the bushes. On thin air. She felt shy and quite daring of a woman in her pink ruffled dress made of character and animated princess of a Peach. And not to mention the man looked at her for a second and glanced back down. Probably making an idea out of her late embarrassing night.

"Excuse me?" She shot and walked up to the man whom she thought was scary and a little intimidating at first.

He blinked and responded, his eyes glimmering under the sun and he seemed poise as he could be, "Yes, Ma'dam?"

She took a minute and came up with a conclusion that this man might be dangerous and it would be wise not to get too close or talk too much of an information such as herself.

"I'm sorry, but could you so happen to know the way out?" She changed the subject as she almost sneered at the tall, auburn man, as to the fact that she could, and would've accused him a treason of laughter.

Which, who so happens to be a little 30cm taller, she exaggerated, and whom could report her to her intimate and eternal doom.

He smiled. Too kindly for her personal mind and embodiment of handsome men, and charming older guys.

She thought secretly.

"Yes Ma'am, the exit would be by your right, take a left-"

She blushed.

As she felt a hand clasping on her left. The action made her jolt and she felt a blood rush through her cheeks. And her abdomen.

"Where have you been? I thought you wanted to go out?" He asked- the man whom she carelessly asked to go out of the large castle house with as she found an excuse for, and to escape deliberately. Failingly.

"Oh." She ran out of words. "I just wanted to grab some air, and I found this place-"

"I found her, young master." The man interrupted. "She was lonely in her room so I invited her to the garden you so proudly planted up."

'More like I and the maids did it. He chuckled inside his head.

"Oh." The husky voiced man beside her replied. "Then you should've told me." He held her hand tighter. "The limousine started and we could go."

"Or, you could ride through a carriage and a royal horse..?" The butler offered, kindly, to her confusion.

"Uh, that would be great, thanks." She replied at the man's offer of bewilderment.

"I think a limousine's a bit too large for a mall don't you think?" She whispered as she beckoned to whisper in his ear.

She didn't tell, however, that the moment the figure of this man appeared right by her in an instant, made her almost unnattentively wanted to hug the figuringly tall, human stature. And to that the buzz of bones she felt, and that she almost hugged the human figure which of would bring her to her doom.

Out of the most peculiar impression.

See, she had a thing for embarrassment.

Ever since she was little she had the utmost instances, wearing the wrong dress code, or arriving alone, or even arriving at a wrong place at theatest of times when her friends are so despicably shopping or having a lunch out date with each other. Or with their partners. So oftenly, that she would go run back home to her room of comfort and solidity. To which she didn't find bothersome until she wanted a partner to travel with.

"Master, would you kindly offer her a scarf or another layering for the lady? We might be found out.. if.." He trailed off.

"Yes, of course. I almost forgot. I will bring you your scarf. Please go wait in the limousine." He replied, looking at her as well. Turning around and making his way back.

Averithe seemed envious that he was able to find his way back easily. As she started at his back as he trailed along the mazes of garden full of roses, he disappeared quickly and she was left behind, with a man. Feeling awkward and having one more company at the same time.

A few times has passed, and he seemed as ready as ever, like she was not. He seems proper and in a really good mood that he was able to take her out on a light day out to walk, and she had nothing to wear. But the pink dress she had worn and.. the disappearing bra of her ownership the night before.

She had wanted to ask about it. Her undies, and her two cups. To the man, to which she stopped, whichever she was being talked to, or afraid of being interrupted, or the fact that he talked a lot in her presence. Or the fact that she always seemed to bump into butlers or the same butler repeatedly that was present in the midst of the bushes.

She had no chance.

And thank god she didn't feel embarrassed. She would've died and locked herself in the room. When the thought of other fantasy faeries or creatures that would seem to wear no unders or just a one piece of their suit or.. attires.

The dresses in the racks were either too scrambled, too bright, too small or too victorian era styled that she would rather wear no underwear and wear a one piece outing just to go travel by foot.

He was ready.

As he crossed his arms across the room by the door, staring at her as she sat on the bed. Doing nothing but thinking her mind inside and as he stared her off into the depths of her soul. To which she clearly think there was nothing there.

Do you think it's such a great idea to use a limousine to a mall?" She asked hesitantly, regrettingly. As she approached him.

"We're not going to the mall." He flatly replied.

"What." She sputtered.

And what do you know. They were already at the foot of the door. Clearly reminding that she had spaced out most of the time in silence as he and her went down the stair by steps.

"We're going to buy you new clothes. You need some new clothes. Outfit. Clothing.." He added, seemingly uncomfortable to use the word. As he stared down and raised a slight of eyebrow, clearly sneering at what she's wearing.
"We are not going to the mall with you wearing, and with looking like that."

"Wha- I do not need some new-"
She followed his gaze, to meet her wear outfit. The pink dress he solely wore on her when she was sleeping. Shamelessly. And the visible items of her two chestnuts that can be seen. From up close, of course.

"Don't look." She pretended to cover, obviously not an effective effort to do.

He sighed slightly and fastened his pace as he made his way out of the front porch and out of the white gate between the two tall bushes standing in between.

It didn't come up that she didn't bring up about how she came to wear this shitty, piece of frilly pink, but she had no time, nor the brain of an airplane to talk about it to the man who was merely a few steps ahead of her.

"So. We are going to the mall there after?" She asked to break the silence of her existence embarrassment.

"No."