You walk slowly up the steps to her throne, careful not to trip or leave any footprints on the fuzzy pink carpet. You still remember what the little girl told you: she likes everything clean and proper.
You reach the top of the steps and look her straight in the eyes. Brown hair pinned up neatly in a bun, deep aqua eyes the perfect shape of almonds laying on their sides... She was very beautiful, the little girl was not exaggerating. But nothing was more shocking then how perfectly her outfit suited her. It should've seemed childish to wear something so pink, so soft... yet in this case, it somehow didn't.
You take a low bow in respect, practically kissing the floor. You look up a bit to avoid bits of fluff tickling your nose.
"You're Highness..."
She smiles softly.
"Welcome, visitor," The Pink Princess Emily says warmly. "What do you seek?"