Bride in a wreath of wild flowers

Elfin snowdrops, violas, calendula, aster, daisies, assylum and babybreath of pink, white, purple colours and further. The wildflowers rise from beneath the fertile land of the countryside of Ziriri.

In a meadow of wildflowers rests a man and woman in love, basking under the sun.

A feathery smile sways on Neva's pretty watercolour lips. Stems with flowers of pink delicate roses, floret of petite babybreath, centaurea cyanus and several more.

Her eyes closely immersed and a brilliant glint in them. Her fingers twirls resembling a breeze, with great care she decorates a flower wreath with pure hued elfin flowers and little leaves.

In the neighbouring morn she will adorn the flower wreath as a crown on her beautiful hair. For she was to be his bride when tomorrow arrives.

Rhett has his face facing the cloudless sky.

His features radiating warmth, his eyes veiled in serene. Palms met with the green grass on the ground behind, tall legs outstretched and crossed.

Cocoa orbs peers down at Neva. She hums a beautiful melody. His eyes and ears blessed a freewill smile dances over his lips.

She set forth a desire to get married six days before. Rhett shall never have the golden opportunity go. Within the dawn—away they swam with a different ship to a different destination.

They were now in a country named Auraria.

After they arrived in the countryside known as Ziriri, a little rest later they found themselves a little cottage for shelter, up for rental.

Out of the blue he embraces her, arms around her waist. His chin resting on her shoulder. Neva's eyes cascades down on him. She makes the side of her head caress his slightly.

She then picks a stem of babybreath from beside her and wreaths the last drawing.

Neva holds the lovely wreath adorned in delicate flowers a good distance away from her. Rhett's eyes comes after her moves.

"Is it pretty?" Sweet voice queries him.

He nods, his head still in leisure on her shoulder.

"Very pretty, though I feel a little bad for it." He faintly shakes his head.

Her lips curves downward in wonder, "Why?"

He smiles very brightly—raising his head a loving kiss cradles her lips.

"The reason is...my dear bride you are greatly, immesurably gorgeous. This flower wreath—it's bound to be overshadowed by you."

Such sweet words, and such broad and beautiful smile. She cannot help the blush that crepts up her rosy cheeks, having them redden more.

Rhett giggles kissing her so passionately still.

Heavy breaths fans, hovering over their lips.

"I love you so much Angel. So...so much."

'It was a daydream, beyond beautiful to be true, but here—it's him and I against the world.

I pray...please let him not just be a dream.'