#Chapter28

She blankly stared at the bright red rose in her hand , she didn't flinch when the throne pricked her finger , She only watched at the small blob of blood rise to the surface of her skin . She wiped her finger over the her pure white gown not caring about the stain . She continued cutting more flowers binding them together finally standing up from the garden . 

Her eyes stared across the gate of the old cottage , expecting her king to walk through . He didn't come the next day as the old women told her . He did not come at all. 

She thought...