Yet another day where she would need to tell an unfortunate man that she had absolutely no interest in him.
She adjusted her glasses as she looked around the small terrace, expecting her "date" at any minute. "Date" was a long stretch, but there was no other word to describe what this meeting was trying to do: match her up with another royal in order to get married and so she could continue the royal line. A project in which she, as the princess, had absolutely no interest.
Raised a strong, independent woman, she was far from being the type to settle down to raise children. Despite that and despite her constant protests, her mother the queen always insisted that she meet this man and that man, all from snobbish, uninteresting royal families. She could go on for hours about all that, but she had to restrain herself — or else she would get upset way before the man got here.
She sighed as she picked up the glass of water. She'd ordered one just so the waiter wouldn't harass her to order something or to leave if she weren't going to drink or eat anything. She'd also specified to leave her alone and to only start taking her order once her guest would get here. At least, she would have some peace and quiet before the man got here. The beach nearby was beautiful, and the waves were a soothing melody playing in the background. It was a quiet day, so certain sounds were more obvious than usual.
And hopefully this man wouldn't keep her waiting.