Like a ghost

How many introductions had she gone through by this point? Whenever she was given an opportunity to catch her breath from smiling politely, somebody else found their way to her. Wether it was the dean of the university or somebody that must be involved in politics in Cerynia. They all wished to speak to her, or rather, Andorin. The fact that they would get a glimpse of the illusive princess was an added bonus.

Another countless 'goodbye' later, the tall blonde wished to just have a moment to herself. Just as she thought she did, she felt the air being knocked out of her lungs. Her glass slipped from her hand, it shattered loudly as she tried to keep herself steady. Only after she did that could she register the voice talking to her.  

Your Royal Highness would do. The thought echoed through her head briefly as she turned to glance at the culprit.

Once again, she felt the air knocked out from her chest. "Philip," she uttered softly. Colour had drained from her face. What was he doing here? She blinked, sure of the fact that it was her brother standing in front of her.

Reality came crashing in as she heard gasps from around the room. She briefly rubbed the side of her head, in doing so erasing any thought that her younger brother was here. Now that she looked at him she noted the differences, even though there weren't many. Moreover, she realised they had made a scene, which made her tense up. "Katherine will do." She told him. "Are you hurt?" She continued to ask him, as if she had been the one to bump into him.

What on earth was her little brother doing at an event in Sanctum City? Had she somehow missed that Philip ought to visit her? She didn't think so, Katherine tended to never miss anything these days. What was it then? An odd mirage?

The answer, it turned out, was a very simple 'yes'. A closer look at the man in front of her told her he had little of the finesse the Prince of Andorin possessed, nor the decorum. Instead he was a strange soul that happened to carry the same striking eyes she did, as well as the cool-toned hair. Uncommon, but not.. No, just very, very odd.

As the young man continued to throw words her way she forced herself to relax a little. "That's quite alright." She said. Wether it was to him not knowing a Philip or bumping into hear remained unclear. He told her he was leaving, making her nod. She could recognize a person wanting to make a swift getaway, she wished she could do the same. Yet for a moment, a question lingered on her lips and she quickly bridged the distance between them. "I didn't catch your name? There was a certain urge in her eyes that made the question seem more like silent demand. Her fingers softly took a hold of his wrist. Just briefly, long enough for him to tell her who he was, before he could disappear into nothingness again.