Time for yet another meeting where she had to turn down a man.
She pushed her curly lock of hair aside as she turned to look beyond the terrace of the café. At least the meeting place was relaxing and actually sort of charming. You could hear the sea in the background, together with the chirping and singing of the many birds. Perfect temperature with a blazing sun, but with a cool, refreshing breeze from the sea that would blow past once in a while. She'd heard that there was a chance of rain, though. Hopefully that would be her opening to either run away from this meeting, or it would be enough to chase the man away — whoever he was, this time around.
She'd ordered a small glass of iced tea so she could sit down and wait for the "date". Her mother the queen was still after this ridiculous charade, and so, the princess would do her best to act in the most unladylike way the man had ever seen. Another unfortunate victim of her family's obnoxious need for her to get married.
Hopefully the guy wouldn't make her wait too long — or better yet, he just wouldn't show up. But of course, the latter had never happened before. After all, why would anyone default of having a chance to become the prince, and eventually the king, of a royal family?