Felicity Mason
Princess of Winds
A young lady sat under a tree in the expansive palace gardens on Naboo. Her golden curls tumbled down the back of her pale yellow dress. Her freckled nose was stuck in an open book, her pretty mouth set in a neutral smile. This was the last taste of Naboo for a time, but instead of exploring and sneaking out, she had elected to spend as much as it in these gardens as possible. This was as much home as Imerria. Not the palace itself, but here, the gardens, particularly the damaged section. She could only pray it would be left alone while she was staying with Dutchess Magrath.
Between her fingers, she held an old book, a romance. She'd been very into these lately. She blamed Owain. If she could see him more, be alone with him, she wouldn't need to get all her romance from books. That was the greatest shame about having a secret boyfriend. She couldn't always show her love.
He was not here now in any case. Even having him here to sit silently with her while she read was at least something. Now she was lonely. No more friends to sit with her. All had left, off having adventures, living life.
Why did time move so fast?
Between her fingers, she held an old book, a romance. She'd been very into these lately. She blamed Owain. If she could see him more, be alone with him, she wouldn't need to get all her romance from books. That was the greatest shame about having a secret boyfriend. She couldn't always show her love.
He was not here now in any case. Even having him here to sit silently with her while she read was at least something. Now she was lonely. No more friends to sit with her. All had left, off having adventures, living life.
Why did time move so fast?