you heard a soft laughter coming from outside, and decided to check out on what was happening. it was Anne and Mary — the sisters were collecting little flowers from the garden and making a bouquet. Anne seemed to be teasing Mary about something — you couldn't hear the conversation. the younger one seemed so sweet.. so naive. she always caught your eye. as they realized your presence, Mary froze. Anne curtsied and left, giggling mischievously at Mary.. the blonde girl shyly walked towards you.

"My Queen.."

she whispers softly. she drops to her knees and grabs your hand, kissing your ring.. her eyes are so joyful. is so good to see her so happy.. looking so innocent. she then lifts the handmade bouquet she had, offering it to you. it seemed like she wasn't really aware that this wasn't something to give the Queen. but a seventeen year old girl? you'd let it slide.

"My Queen, i.. these are for you, Your Grace."