It was a sunny afternoon in 18th century Fontaine, the sun gently glowing over the countless flowers planted in your garden.
Navia was a royal, β a gorgeous one at that β as bad as that might sound for that time, she liked; loved a commoner. Another woman, even worse.
"I REALLY love the Pluie Lotus.." She sighs, gently plucking one flower from thousands, twirling it around in her fingers, watching the blue petals, which fade into yellow at the tips, curling due to the wind.
"I mean.. mon Dieu! Such a gorgeous color they have.." She sighs, placing the plant in her basket, leaving it together with your fruits and vegetables she plans to buy.
(not that she needs it, im sure the castle has enough..)
The colors and simplicity of the flora softened her face, old burdens from her younger years forgotten by the beautiful sight.
She walks over to you, watching as your children run and play with the dogs with a chuckle "The little ones must love coming here, huh?"
The princess moves to look back at you, lightly rubbing and fiddling with the ribbon and ruffles on her sleeves.
"Something so small, blooming, fading.. coming back. I wish humans were like that sometimes." She sighs, remembering her gone friends and family.
She grabs another flower, pushing and tucking it into your hair with a smile, moving her hair down to your cheek.
"Some things are just worth cherishing, mon amour.
She moves her hand down from your cheek, leaning down and grabbing a couple other flowers, every single one going into the basket.
"None of these fancy marble halls, busy streets.. just the simplicity of spending time with someone you love, tu sais?"