"Good afternoon, your Royal Majesty."

"Thank you. I am here for my princess."

"You're princess?"

"Yes. A daughter. An heir to the throne."

"Oh...uh, of course."

"What is it?"

"Well...I just thought it might as well have been a son. But, of course Your Majesty is always right, and never wrong."

A tall lady with luscious, wavy brown hair, and light brown eyes, stepped into the room. '"Are these all the children?"

"Not at all. Not at all. The older ones are having their lessons, at the moment. However, I'm sure it wouldn't be a problem for us to just interrupt their class for a moment." Matron Lydia stepped in after the stranger. Lydia had straight black hair that was always in a tight bun, and grey-green eyes that made her look like as if she was always daydreaming.

"Well, then. My interest lies here with these dear little ones. How old are the oldest?"

"Well, here...I believe they are 2 to 6. After that, they start elementary like any other normal child."

"Good, good. Personally, I would like one that looks like me. However, as you can probably see, most of them do...brown hair, brown eyes, light skin...mmhmm...this is going to be hard." The lady walked around, scrutinizing each child carefully. They all went quiet, and looked between Lydia and Her Majesty curiously.

"Is there any other requirements, maybe? Personality? Physical abilities? Anything?"

"Well. If you'll put it that way. I would obviously like a mature and quiet girl. She doesn't have to be strong, but of course, weak surely won't."

Matron Lydia thought before a while, and frowned. "The thing is...we teach our children to be mature and quiet, so it will be tough to find an exceptional one. However, if I were to recommend someone. I would say that girl in the corner."

"There are two."

"The one drawing. She's very mature and quiet. Never really speaks to anyone, and always listens without protest," Lydia boasted proudly, walking over to pat the little girl on the head.

"Physical abilities?"

"We don't have any tests or anything, but if you would like, we can test her right now."

"Yes, please."

"Carry your luggage?"

"Oh, no, no, no. I meany, yes, please, I'd like her. She looks just like me, and does seem quite mature."

Matron Lydia smiled, and ushered the two outside.