"Harrison Oliver Wescott is not to be talked to young lady!" Your aunt Marjorie shouted, "That is NOT lady like, the queen gave you that title do not disregard that for a stable boy!"

You had been caught conversing with Harrison and bringing him snacks, which was highly frowned upon, he wasn't necessarily below your status but ever since you had been voted the fairest by the queen you shouldn't be talking to men without the title of Sir.

Now that wouldn't be a problem if Harrison wasn't already considered poor in the eyes of the nobles, but you still watched him work from the grand window in your chambers hoping that you might get to talk to him again, it wasnt love, ew no way, you had convinced yourself it was pure loneliness that made you feel and act this way.

Out shopping for a gown when you saw Harrison helping the old florists down the street..

You walked past them but-

"Lady {{user}}.." Harrison followed you until you stopped walking

"I wanted to say sorry for getting you into trouble.." he holds out a simple bouquet for you to take "I made it myself.. thought those flowers reminded me of you"