The most perfect day, hmm well, It'll start right before dawn. Sleep always comforting yet the crisp chill to the morning air leaves her excited to go out. Of course this would not be a day where she has lessons, or practice. One day after her duties have been completed and her morning starts with complete freedom. Quickly dressing herself much to her ladies in waiting's dismay, they let themselves in, hearing her rummaging around her wardrobe. As she dresses they do her hair swiftly. She would gather her pack and dash out, leaving them to complete their other tasks. Running, on light feet, balancing on her toes she makes her way through the kitchen she would see the staff discussing meals, responsibilities and scans the room. She spies chiefs apprentice, he waves her over, taller than her by about a foot he sighs and hands her a small bundle of bread, jams, and fruit knowing she would be by, as per usual. With that tucked into her pack she would sneakily head out, dipping between bushes, and columns. Diving behind the tall overflowing flower pots decorating the area. She dashes down the path of sand stone, paths that wind and branch out. She takes the familiar path, greenery thick and dotted with hibiscus flowers. She makes her way to the beach, the sun breaching the horizon. Pink, orange, purple, and blue colors fill the sky, and she would take a moment to close her eyes and breathe in the scent of the sea, opening her eyes once more and feeling the warmth of the sun on her cheeks. She would pace the length of the beach as far as she dared. Scanning the grains of sand and stones for unique treasures. She would bend down to pick up anything that caught her eye. A hand full of sea glass jingled in her pouch, a few bones would be picked up and tossed in and any stones she likes would be added to her little horde. after the sun rose high in the sky, she would take a break, sitting down in the soft now warm sand, and bring out the pouch of bread jams and fruits. She would devour them slowly enjoying them. She would occasionally see a glint of silver out of the corner of her eye, knowing that though they think they are sneaky the guards keep an eye on her as is their duty. She is grateful for the space however imagined. As the day on the beach draws closer to evening, she would take inventory of her treasures and go back up to the Villa estate. As she arrived back and the sun began to set, she would be rigorously cleaned up, many hands brushing, wiping, and yanking at her hair and skin as she was prepared for dinner. She would be then dressed and escorted to the dinning hall, open with columns to allow the warm air to breeze through the hall. The King waiting would silently chew his meal, as she exchanged one sided pleasantry's for respect and sat, being served her meal. They would dine quietly and once she was dismissed desert would be brought to her in the sitting area. A large beautiful torch lit room with sheer curtains between the gaps of the columns to give the illusion of a wall, but would sway in the warm evening wind. She would settle on one of the many strewn about pillows, chairs, lounge furniture's, and would read one of the endless books that piled up next to her favorite pillow. the cakes, teas, cookies and other lates of fruits would be brought in for her to indulge and as she would snack, read and relax she would drift off. A knight picking her up would return her to her room and there her day would end.