She was a simple peasant girl. She had a pleasant bosom. Not too small to resemble a buy nor too large to be udders on a cow. They were average, but just right on her frame. Nothing on her looked out of place.

Her eyes were a bright blue, her hair a gentle brown, not too light or dark, often teased into a single braid that would hang over her shoulder.

She tended to wear blue dresses and brown blouses that accentuated the pale flesh of her slightly revealed bosom.

When I had passed through her village previously, I saw her with her sweet nose stuck in a book more often than feeding her family's chickens or pigs.

I was intrigued with the girl. She appeared to be well read and humble.

I sent my steward Falco to investigate her further.

"My Lord," he said before me upon his return. "I have visited the village of Spring Meadows as requested."

"What have you learned, Falco?"

"The young woman you charged me to inquire into is the daughter of an artist. He moved into the village with his family around five years ago. Within a year, his wife passed away and currently lives with his two unmarried daughters."

"Did you discover their names?"

"The father is Maurice. The youngest daughter, who recently turned sixteen, is Katarina. The eldest, the one you are specifically interested in, my Lord, who is currently a youthful eighteen, is Belle."