Bamberly and Bamburai were sitting down in a small flower field, the both of them making little flower crowns for each other. Bamburai was exceptionally focused, paying attention to the smallest of details to make it as exquisite as possible for his darling girl. Bamberly, on the other hand, was humming along to a tune while seamlessly working on hers, picking out every tone of oranges and yellows she could find and weaving them together to make something sightly.
Once the two were finished, they put their crowns on each other. Bamberly's was a vivid, beaming blue, while Bamburai's was a painterly array of orange and yellow tones.
"You look as fair as a princess in that."
Bamberly chuckled a little, and gave a jolly smile.
"That means you're my prince, no?"
Bamburai shyly smiled at her, their hands now tightly intertwined.
"Always was."
They both laughed, before ultimately sharing a kiss.
"It was always supposed to be this way."
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Flower Crowns
Roman d'amourA couple's day out. (I originally wrote this on Samsung Notes during lessons, apologies for any oddities.)
