The Light Elves were those of young deities of nature; and the most beautiful voices and story telling.
More beautiful than the Sun, the Light Elves were held in such a high stance.
And the young Princess Dahlia was no exception. Daughter of Freyj...
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Dahlia was sitting comfortably on the large bed. It was the morning after her arrival and she had unfortunately tossed and turned all night. While the bed was comfortable, it was very unlike the one at home and she missed her home terribly.
The Light Elf tried very hard not to think of it, though. Instead she focused on the day that she would have. Thor and Loki promised her that she would get a full tour of Asgard today, and she was happy to be leaving the palace; despite how beautiful she thought it was.
A knock sounded at the door. Dahlia looked up immediately and dropped the thread she had been playing with. "You may come in." She called.
The door opened and a handmaiden walked into the room. Dahlia smiled at the lovely lady. She was quite beautiful.
"Hello." Dahlia greeted the young woman. "Your dress is beautiful."
The handmaiden looked at the dress for only a moment, a smile on her face. "Thank you, Lady Dahlia."
Dahlia noticed the way she called her Lady and not Princess. She knew it was because she wasn't the Princess of Asgard. To the people here, she was only Lady.
"You may call me Dahlia. What is your name?"
"My name is Asta, my Lady. I mean, Dahlia." The blonde haired woman said.
"Your hair is quite lovely. May I touch it?" Dahlia asked.
Asta knew better to refuse the young Princess, nor did she believe she ever could refuse her. With one look, Asta was taken under the spell that Light Elves held. She could see how friendly the Elf was, and she liked being in her presence.
Dahlia felt the blonde hair with a delicate hand, admiring the way it looked like gold in the sunlight. "It is lovely. Why are you here, Miss Asta?"
The handmaiden smiled and stood from the bed. "Queen Frigga has asked me to personally assist you with anything that you may need."
Dahlia looked at her. "And what would that mean?"
Asta smiled, already seeing the innocence in the young girl. "I am to help you bathe, and dress, and accompany you on walks and see to it that every need of yours is met."
Dahlia pursed her lips. "Will we be friends? I do not have many friends."
"Of course we can. Now, I believe that having a bath will be quite lovely before you go to explore Asgard."
Dahlia nodded and stood up. "But I do not wish to keep you of your activities. I don't want to burden you."
"You will be no burden, my Lady, Dahlia. It is my job."
