Lion Head Mesa narcissus

both of them.

she had loathed the idea of attending somewhere with a sister, now she was expected to stand in the shade of crown prince. she loved him, she truly deeply did, but this was not what she had pictured.

what an ugly blossom in her heart.

she bid her time with a berry. to speak outright foul or harsh was not the image she had worked so hard to cultivate.

in my own, but you send me with the crown prince.

she said nothing else and waited.