annabelle often found her comfort in the solitude of her rose garden. it had grown marvelously over the years. what started out as simple, bland bushes imported from india, or somewhere “exotic” across the sea, were now an everlasting, crimson beauty of endless petals and brilliant thorns and deep, emerald leaves that were practically begging her to touch them. she had watched them grow along the stone walls surrounding the garden, and though her mother had insited on cutting them down, she had wept for the gardeners to let her beautiful roses stay on the walls. in the end, they had grudgingly allowed it for her sake.
it was truly a horror to grow up as a princess. it may have been a dream sought by many others, but not annabelle. there was too much on her shoulders, and her mother constantly pestered her about marriage, despite her being so young to the world. when things became hard, she turned to shakespeare and her rose gardens for a kind of comfort. the way the roses brushed her cheeks with such delicacy was enough to calm her down and dry her frustrated tears. but what helped most of all was the fact that they listened.
“where is the princess, ma’am? she has an urgent appointment with a suitor—“
annabelle sighed and leaned close to her favorite rose. it was the largest of them all, and had the deepest red to its petals. she had given this particular rose a name, for it was just wrong to have a thing in your garden without a name!
her nose brushed the soft, velvety petals of the rose she called olivia. she smiled with the petals tickled her cheeks and pulled away in a childish giggle.
“you look so lovely today, olivia. the sun looks so wonderful on your petals...” she smiled and then stopped, as if to listen to her rose’s hushed words.
she nodded in understanding and leaned in quietly. she had to hold her curls back, just so they wouldn’t get in the way.
“oh, olivia!” she laughed and laughed. she held back her blonde curls and leaned in again, this time more delicately. “yes, yes. i’ve brought that story with me again. you can’t get enough of shakespeare, can you, my dear olivia?”
she pulled out a book from under her satin dress and held it in front of the rose. she glanced at the rose, and then the heavy book in her paws.
“oh, this is my favorite part! do you remember this scene, here? it’s when the beautiful olivia becomes enamoured with cesario’s way of words. i think he’s rather bland, but if i were olivia, i wouldn’t want to fall for that old duke orsiono!” she snickered and turned to the next page.
just as she had begun to read from the next scene, she heard heavy pawsteps coming up behind her. she shut her book in frustration and turned around to meet the guards.
“we’re terribly sorry to disturb your evening, your majesty, but you’ve a meeting with another suitor—“
the other guard jumped in quickly. “your mother says you must get married soon. she says you must get over these roses of yours, miss. she says they’re making you silly—“
annabelle started to giggle. she covered her mouth with her paws, but she couldn’t stop her snickers from escaping her. “oh, my! did she really say that!”
“yes, miss. your mother says we must get you out of these gardens. she says you must be married by the next moon—“
“well!” she patted her copy of twelfth night and leaned forward. “would you come closer, mister? i”ve got a message for my dear mother.”
the guards leaned in closer, and so did the roses, for they were all very nosy when it came to annabelle’s secrets. she wasn’t very open unless she was with her roses, afterall, and a secret from the dear annabelle was almost completely unheard of!
“when my mother stops bringing me boring duke orsino’s and starts bringing forth beautiful and charming olivia’s, i might leave the garden.” she smiled sweetly. “but for now, i’ll stay here. go on, then. tell her!”
the guards left in a flushed frenzy. why, what a sham! the princess annabelle dared not to marry the wealthy suitors at her doorsteps? why, that was news to the kingdom!
she turned back to her dear olivia and opened up her book again. the roses crowed around, petals flushed curiously, and leaned on her shoulders as she started the next page.
“now, where was i?” she flipped through the pages until she found her marker. “oh, yes. ‘most radiant, exquisite and unmatchable beauty, —i pray you, tell me if this be the lady of the house, for i never saw her...”
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