A prince Soliloquy sadly wasn't. Never had he been and it certainly seemed that he never would be either. There was ambition within the young boy but he had certainly made no real notable achievements within his life so far. At only a year of age there was plenty of time to change that, though greedily the boy sought for more right now though wasn't realistically able to achieve that it seemed. Such thoughts were clear from his mind now though, princes and princesses, kings and queens none of that mattered at all right now, he still lacked any real plan for his time here now with Isolde, it may have been a little ambitious to assume that she wished to give him any time but he would certainly try his best here now.
A greeting was returned, the first sign that perhaps he actually stood a chance at having any company right now. As far as he could tell she was alone and given the snow speckling her coat as it settled upon her she had been here for quite some time. Doing what exactly was beyond him, but she was his distraction and perhaps he could be hers. "You look cold." Perhaps not the most eloquent way he could have worded things and he probably should have added something else beyond that, a flirting comment or a gentlemanly offer that they find her somewhere else to rest. Neither came particularly natural to Soliloquy though, once more it seemed he was going to start a rather awkward conversation with a girl.
