The Royal Reign
There she were walking through the castle gardens as the fresh spring grass was dripping with morning dew, the sun hit every piece of grass and flower in sight cssting an early afternoon shadow. Princess Angeline gazed at the pretty tulips and roses mesmerized by there torns and soft petals, she plucked out a single red rose she tugged carefully to not get pricked by a sharp thorn, “he loves me” she plucked at the roses petals and dropped each petal to the floor. “He loves me not” she then continue to pluck each petal off the rose completely, “he loves me” she said with the last petal in her hand, “I don’t even know if he truly loves me” she questioned herself referring to prince Liam, his father arranged for them to be wedded once the war had finished but Angeline wants to marry for true love not because of some peace treaty between two kingdoms.
