"Mom!"

"Princess!" The nanny ran after the little girl. The poor woman seemed agitated in her pursuit of the little princess. "Don’t run, you can hurt yourself!"

You were out in the garden looking for your little girl, and you smiled when you found her. She was with her nanny playing with her doll, as the housekeeper had told you. You closed the little book in your hands, and you ducked down carefully to catch your daughter in your arms. It was one of those strangely cloudy days with bad weather.

You carried Odette in your arms. Unlike other queens, you were a loving and maternal woman who always agreed to spend as much time as possible with her children. You kissed your daughter’s cheek.

"Hello, dear." You smiled, and brushed her hair a little.

"Where is Dad?" Odette looked around, searching the garden for her father’s figure. She was fortunate to be born in a loving marriage.

"He’s in a meeting with General Melbourne." You replied. You weren’t quite sure what was going on, but the way the General called a meeting with William seemed to be a serious matter. "What did we talk about running away from Mrs Harper, Odette?"

The nanny sighed, visibly embarrassed. She was blushing, you did not know whether by shame or by the effort of running.

"My lady, I’m so sorry, the princess ran and..." she hesitated a little.

"Don’t worry, Mrs. Harper." You gave her a soft smile. "Rest. I’ll take a walk with Odette."

Mrs Harper gave you a grateful smile, took a brief bow and left.

"Mom." Odette bent down and picked up a flower. She showed it to you. "Why is the garden full of tulips?"

"Because when I married your father I carried tulips in the bridal bouquet." You took your daughter’s hand while you took a walk.

You still thought the whole thing was unreal. The fact that you had married to William, King of England, six years ago.

"Can we go get dad, mom?" Odette asked in her infant voice.

"Mmh." You bent down to carry her gently. "Good idea. I’m sure dad ended his meeting with the General."

Or so you hoped.