Silver Creek She was a Playboy, Brigitte Bardot

Europia was kept in high spirits, despite the weeks pasts events. How could she not be? The sun was bright, the sky was clear, and despite the pollen making her feel all stuffy there was little to complain about.

Trotting through the trees, the princess picked flowers as she went with little on her mind. She knew that when Haedwig returned that the witch would scold her for being wasteful, but could she really be blamed? If they were meant to be used purely for medicinal purposes, they wouldn't be so pretty.

Allowing herself to fall into the green grass, she laid on her back with her bundle of flowers clamped in her jaws. As joyful as it was, it was impossible not to see how mundane this life could be.

When would it be her turn to be whisked away?