Anthony Rosencrantz
βIβm Anthony Rosencrantz. I come from Stormholt.β
Anthony looked over at the group of people behind her holding her stuff. He knew he shouldnβt assume she was one of those really snobbish, conceited people. But the tons of luggage she was carrying and the servants constantly with her made it kind of see that way. He turned his eyes away from her servants and back to her, could a girl with a nice smile really be all that bad.
βNow whatβs your name, Miss?β