Blooming Royal
She turned to him and smiled. "I've always loved cherry blossoms." She caught a petal in her hand and blew it into the breeze. "Why?" He looked at her quizzically. She tilted her head and stared at the flowering trees. "I don't know." She bent her head sadly, "I guess, I guess it resonates with me." She touched he bark of the tree. "Cherry blossoms take years to grow. Some may plant them, wait a few years and give up. But those who wait, receive the best, because when they bloom, its magical. And they don't die after like most flowers. They last." He put his hand on top of hers. "Then," He looked at her lovingly, "I'm glad I waited for you." ***** What happens when a maiden who just wants to be a good servant, gets interwined with royal politics? So many questions but not enough answers.... Will she understand her fate. Will she throw away her fears. Will she survive? ***** Ayvanna is a Princess' personal maid, but always seems to get in trouble with her family. Next thing she knows, the Noble Ball arrives. If she knew what -and how- that Ball would change her life, would she gave attended? Probably not. But she naively went, and that, was when her life took a sharp curve.
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The pink haired girl looked cute at the first stance, but she had the aura of a warrior.
'No wonder my brother fell in love with her,' Ayvanna thought.
She wasn't scary, but everyone who came near her knew not to mess with her. She pulled back and let go of her gown.
Cyrille turned to Ayvanna's brother and held out a hand.
"You haven't asked me for a dance Ronie," She gave Ayvanna a wink as she sauntered away with her blushing brother, "See ya later, sister-in-law,"
'Well,' Ayvanna thought, 'That was interesting,'
Ayvanna walked around the gigantic Hall, but couldn't find the princess.
While she was walking around, she took some drinks too. Alcoholic ones.
'Is not like there is any other kind of drink here, and I'm thirsty,'
She was feeling a little tipsy, so she walked - and tried not to stumble - across the hall to get to a balcony.
"Ah, fresh air," Ayvanna moaned, "Nothing better,"
She was walking into the railing and then crashed into something hard.
Before darkness took over, she heard a deep voice, and saw a handsome face.
"Hey, are you ok?"
'Ahhh, the grim reaper is mush more handsome-r than the tales,"
"Woman, you are not going to die."