“Oh, isn’t the garden wonderful my love?” Lariessa fawned, clinging to the crook of Alfonso’s arm as they strolled through the palace gardens. The daisies and daffodils had already begun to spring forth, blooming as the seasons changed into a warm summer.

“Yes, quite a sight for sore eyes.” Alfonso agreed while forcing a smile onto his features. This woman was relentless. Dragging him to have spontaneous tea parties, forcing him to let her feed him cakes, and clinging onto him like a koala — he couldn’t catch a break.