“It is an honor, my lord, but I am not stuck… At least I don’t believe so.” Roisin giggled as she did her best to climb down the tree. Seeing no other way to be graceful, she jumped and landed on her rear. Shaking her wild mane of hair and laughing she accepted the prince’s hand to help her up. “Roisin Saoirse O’Brien of Ireland, my lord.” She saw a small spark in his eyes but wasn’t sure if it was one of laughter or of distaste.



























