"Here, here...I got you little squirrel." Evelyn peeked up, before she could look propely, she was higher above the ground. A tall figure had picked her up, while she continued sobbing, her knees were hurting. It was cold outside, but his arms were warm. Rubbing her eyes she looked at him reluctantly. Wow...Is he the prince of this palace? No wonder he is! there was no other way he would be so handsome. "Did someone hurt you?" the little squirrel shook her head. "Are you lost?" he asked gently caressing the back of her head, Oh! Even his voice was tender, but then Evelyn remembered that she was lost, and tears swelled up once again, "Grandpa, grandma" “Now...now, I will take you to them. Stop crying. Pretty girls don't cry.”
“Did the prince just call me pretty?” He looked at her bruised knees, ugh! they were ugly, will the prince hate her now? But instead he wiped her tears tenderly
“I will fix it with a magic and the pain will vanish right away."