Anemonaeque Lilia

Anemona

"Emelaigne.. I do not think that your brother likes me. I would rather think that he hates me." And still, the girl continues to support her, coaxing her into loving her brother. She smiles warmly at her. The Princess does not know why she wants to become family, they are already close friends. Clasping her hands together, she bounces on her bed, causing Lucette to bounce with her.

"Lucette! We could become family! Literally!" A remorseful expression washes over her. "Rod.. is often a contradiction. He doesn't say what he means to say. It would be much easier if he had Sebby with him." The small rabbit on her shoulder is the one called 'Sebby'. Short for Sebastian. It used to help her speak when she could not, although it is like the toy has a mind of it's own, saying thoughts she can't keep in when she wants to. Lucette cannot imagine what for a blunder it would cause if Rod wore it. If he really is as contradicting as Em describes.

"Emelaigne thinks that you two would be very cute together." The small, checkered rabbit exclaims. Almost immediately, her face turns red. "Sebby!" Emelaigne scolds him. The problem is, that these truly are her thoughts. "Sorry." Em apologizes for Sebby's behaviour. But this does not stop her cheeks from flushing at the thought.

"You're a hypocrite Em. Acting like it's my fault while you can't even wait to become an aunt." Oh dear. If Lucette was not blushing, turning her cheeks into the red colour of Sebby, she certainly is now. She doesn't like Rod that much, does she? "Emelaigne!" She calls, completely embarassed as she turns away. Her friend thinks about things like these? Having children... gods. She feels so ashamed.

"You're blushing." Lucette knows it is true, but will she admit it? Her face feels hot. "I am not." Scowling at her, she puts a cool hand against her cheek, feeling the warmth radiating off it. "You are!" Scowling again, she stands up, walking away from her bed, towards the window. People are walking in the square, passing shops and stands.

Em sighs as she realizes that her friend will just ignore her calls before walking towards her. She takes her hands in hers, forcing her to look straight into her eyes. "Lucette. I know that you are feeling conflicted because of our occupations, but please. Give Rod a chance. He cares about you Lucette. And I know you do too." She thinks that Lucette feels like this because of their positions, although that is not the problem. "I do not care about occupations Emelaigne. It is the people I am worried about. He already is troubled by the rumors about us spending time together. What will they think if someone like me, a princess, marries a bakers' son?" The once mute girl pulls her hands back with regret.

"It wouldn't matter right? I know you love him. He is also a musician, so I don't know why people are making such a fuss over something like this. You love him, he loves you. It is like a fairytale, with true love." Sending her a glare when she starts talking about fairytales, Em laughs stiffly. "Sorry, I know that they caused you a lot of trouble." Lucette shakes her head. "It is alright."

"So, what happened yesterday?!" Agitated, she tries to whisper but fails in doing so. Exchanging secrets has always gone like this. Sighing, she gives in to her question. "I was dancing with Rod, when all of sudden he commented that 'I had beautiful eyes' before walking off." Her friend squeals excitedly, this being a huge turning point for her.

"Oh my god, he did?! My brother is usually so.. adamant about such things, but he really complimented your eyes?!" She can't stop grinning and Lucette knows that she is going to annoy her with her feelings for him. The Princess nods. A sudden sad expression breaks through Em's happiness, concerning her. Suddenly, Lucette gets the urge to talk about her and look if she really is the daughter of the earl. Her sadness probably has to do with this matter.

Dropping this subject, she begins with a new one.

"Emelaigne, do you possibly know the Benedict Earl?" She can see the panic in her eyes. Em is like an open book, easy to read for her. She really is the daughter of the earl. Fumbling with her skirt, she searches for an answer to give her.