Swiftcurrent Creek the pointy end

So concentrated was she on conjuring up a decent story for her companion that she never noticed his staring (not that she would have minded much, anyways.) She lacked faith in her ability to woo him with any sort of amazing tale, but hopefully Rickon wouldn’t judge her too harshly for her attempt. “Once upon a time in a land far, far away there was a king who had a daughter. She was so lovely that word of her beauty spread across the lands like wildfire, and her name was… Sonnet.” She felt silly using the name of one of her older sisters, but coming up with an identity for her make-believe princess didn’t seem as difficult if she had real titles to use.
 
“Sonnet was so melancholy; she never laughed, and her father, the king, was growing tired of her gloomy manner. He made it known to everyone that anyone who could make the princess laugh could marry her and have half of the kingdom.”
 
October paused then, glancing toward Rickon to gauge his reaction to her tale so far while a nervous expression creased her pale façade. She bit her lip apprehensively.