It was a little after my second birthday did I actually ever meet Rafferty. You might think that's odd considering we were all part of the same family, but bear in mind the status difference between us. Because my father, David, was only the lowly fourth born, the other three didn't spend much time with him. Actually, despite being brothers, they hardly interacted with each other at all aside from formal events or important meetings and such.

As a result none of them really care about the others existence, which means they certainly wouldn't care about the children of the lowest born. I guess it makes sense since for royals there was a hierarchy even amongst their family, but still, that's some major bullshit right there. I mean, to not even care about the birth of your own niece? What the hell people?!

Because of their fathers indifference towards me, I've only ever seen Rafferty and Fairen from afar before. I've never actually spoken to either of them.
Again, I know with the whole "Royal" thing it's normal but seriously?! Come on man! I'm part of this family too you know! Ugh. Continuing on, it's because of that that it took so long for me to actually socialize with them.

I had been taking a walk around the palace when I encountered Rafferty. Being a two year old, I wasn't supposed to be left unattended for fear of me accidentally killing myself by eating toys or something, but I just couldn't stand being suffocated in that nursery anymore. Because I was not only a toddler, but also a princess, I was surrounded by maids at all times, so of course I wanted to get away for a breather. Don't get me wrong, the maids were nice and all. I just wasn't used to all that. . . Coddling.

When I finally saw the opportunity to escape I made a run for it, going as fast as my stubby little legs could take me. What I did not think of however, was the fact that I had no clue where I was. I've never seen the entire palace- hell I don't even know how big it is. Before I knew it I had found myself deep in it's massive halls, far away from where my nursery was. Seriously, I can't believe people live here. I mean, this can be a freaking five star hotel or something!

Whilst I wandered around aimlessly, countless people passed me by without so much as a glance. All of them were either too busy to question why a two year older was walking around alone or they simply didn't care. I wasn't bothered by it though. Now that I could walk and that I got away from my overbearing caretakers, I was on cloud nine. It's nice to enjoy freedom again after two years of restricted movement.

Tromping down a flight of winding stairs, I make sure to hike up the overly frilly dress I was shoved into to avoid tripping and falling to my death. All my clothes in this world are WAAYYY too impractical. My wardrobe looks like an explosion of lace, ruffles, and ribbon, all of which extremely restrict my movement. The only clothes I have that are even remotely normal are my undergarments which could be considered an outfit itself. If anything is going to kill me before I reach adulthood it would be the stupid dresses I have to wear, not choking on toys!

Reaching the end of the stairs, I leap off the final two steps and land with my feet firmly on the floor. A large wooden door stood in front of me, giving off a slightly foreboding air. Erm. . . Should I not open it? I'm not scared of a door but. . . I could go back up. . . Eh. I'm already here. Might as well see what creepy door has in store for me. Standing on tiptoes, I manage to grasp the brass handle of the door and turn it.

With a push, the door opened, sunlight appearing from behind it and blinding me. Blinking, I rub my eyes and look again, my eyes slowly adjusting to the sudden light. The door had led me to the front of a what appeared to be a hedge maze. I guess this must be the door gardeners use to get to this part of the garden. Whelp, already came this far. Closing the door behind me, I start into the maze, it's walls looming high over me. Now is probably the time where your shaking your head at my actions and calling me stupid. That's understandable. A normal person probably wouldn't just barrel straight into an unknown area with no plan, but hey, I'm not exactly normal.

While others might be wary of heading into a maze with no knowledge of it's paths, I don't really have a problem with it. If I want to do something, I do it. Stopping to question whether or not if I should isn't something I usually do. Yeah yeah, I know that seems stupid but I honestly can't really help it. I just do things on impulse. Of course by doing this I did run into a lot of problems in my previous life, but it also caused some pretty good things too. And it's not like I'm a total idiot.

I pay attention to my surroundings and remember the way I came so I can find my way back later. My memory is actually something I'm quite proud of. In my previous life as Pam, I was even nicknamed "GPS" by my friends. When it comes to remembering directions I'm a wiz. However when it comes to remembering everything else I'm pretty much useless. Half the time I couldn't even remember what I was wearing that day without looking at myself.

The hedges stretched and turned, creating corners and dead ends. As I walked my skirt kept getting snagged by the passing branches, greatly hindering my pace. Fed up with the constant struggle of freeing myself, I finally just strip out of the dress and kick it to the side. If the bushes wanted it that much they could have it. God knows I don't. With a satisfied smile, I give my body a good stretch, glad to be rid of the cumbersome dress.

My undergarments were some kind of Victorian style camisole-pantaloon one piece. It pretty much covered my entire body, so it should be fine to walk around in them. Besides, they aren't my actual underwear since I have that on underneath. I think this camisole thing was supposed to be some kind of of extra covering for modesty or whatever.

Continuing my walk, I further deeper and deeper into the maze. Walking was much easier now. I'll make a note to keep wearing these kinds of undergarments for later. When I got to what I think was the center of the maze and see nothing that strikes me as interesting, I turn to head back the way I came. As I started to leave, I heard a sniffle come from one of the bushes.

Turning around, I stare at where I thought the noise came from for a moment before approaching it. Helllooooo? Is this the stereotypical crying kid scenario? Crouching down, I push some of the leafy branches out of the way to discover a small gap in between the bushes. Sure enough, sitting huddled near the back was a small child about five years old. Hearing me shift the branches, his head quickly snapped up in alarm.

Looking younger than he ever did in the game, and his clear blue eyes brimming with tears, this was definitely Rafferty Bellfyre.