𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 (𝐓𝐞𝐰𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

𝐓𝐰𝐨

✿ [𝐘/N] POV

  After riding in the carriage for 20 minutes or so we arrived in town. I thanked the driver and gave him some extra money. He seemed grateful and I felt pleased with myself. I always enjoyed to treat those who weren't of the same status as me as if we were the same. Because at the end of the day, we truly were.

   I remembered my mother told me that I was to meet Phillip in half an hour, I'm guessing it's only been 20 minutes since she's told me that so I have around 10 minutes to myself.

  I walked into the markets and started to look around, I looked at the jewelry and flowers and much more.

I enjoyed being by myself, I always have. What I don't like is having people recognize and stare at me. Making comments, most likely on how I'm unchaperoned.

A woman wearing a dirty red dress gave me a nasty stare as i walked by, looking me up and down and snarling her unwashed teeth. Her greasy hair falling onto her forehead.

I didn't react — for it wasn't the first time something like that has happened. Instead I felt sympathy for the women who most likely wasn't as fortunate as i have been in life and must have some resentment to those alike me.

   I stopped by a peculiar flower stand that appeared to be unattended. I saw all types of flowers, tulips, peonies, roses. I gently picked up at rose, the petals a bright and vibrant red, soft against my fingers. I brought the delicate flower to my nostrils and smelled it — inhaling the rich smell, a smile on my face in doing so.

"Do you fancy roses?"

  I spun around to see who had spoken and was met with a boy with brown hair and brown eyes. He was dressed nicely as well, hair freshly gloomed, a for sure expensive brown tailcoat adorning his tall and somewhat lean frame. He was a noble, I realized.

"I fancy how beautiful they are and how wonderful they smell." I tell him, looking into his warm brown eyes. He smiled softly, the corners of his lips curving upward in a way that made his eyes twinkle with a hint of amusement.

"You have a poets heart then?" He spoke again, taking a small step closer and picking up a rose as well, his gaze not leaving mine. "Roses have always been a symbol of beauty and love. But I suppose it's not just their appearance that makes them so special, but the way they seem to hold a thousand untold stories in each petal."

I stared at him in awe, I felt a flutter in my chest at his words, captivated by the depth of his thoughts. He didn't just seem like any noble; there was something more....genuine about him. Something Phillip lacked.

I tilted my head, "You're one for flowers then?"

He chuckled softly, his fingers gently tucking the stalk of the flower behind my ear, his fingers gently moving my hair so it fit properly, "I suppose I am." He said, finishing and moving his hand back towards the flower stand, "They have a way of speaking without words."