Prince Hal

Michelle was currently sitting in the corner of the room, working on her embroidery. She wasn't very good at it, but she tried her best to focus on her work.

Michelle walked in, her long, black hair cascading down her back and her blue dress trailing the floor. She sighed, tired from her day and walked over to the bed.

She was sitting on the floor, surrounded by a mess of embroidery supplies and a partially finished dress. She had been at it for hours, her fingers aching and her eyes tired.