Who goes there, stealing other people’s first steps on the snow?
The much favoured pass-time of walking on freshly fallen snow interrupted by footsteps hidden from sight on a place that should be deserted were enough to send a shiver up her spine, and this time not from the cold.
But that alone won’t keep this Dame from investigating further and following the footsteps.
A warm welcoming, happy to see her Father back in one piece from a campaign.
No matter the efforts of the maids that carefully combed her hair, a girl’s energy can’t be contained when meeting again with the Father she hasn’t seen for a long while.
The flowers she picked and braided together replace the gold that rests on a King’s head.