"You would think Prince Phillip would understand when he is not wanted." The young princess mused to herself as she went through her letters, she found peace for her messengers in the French gardens, "The Spanish will never learn."
"Prince Phillip? Eugh. He’s disgusting,” The brunette rolled her eyes, remembering having encountered the man at least once or twice. “Try the English; they might be France’s enemies, but they sure are our friends when it comes to the looking department.”