Deep in England, around 1600 B.C or sometime later, the Forward family was formed. It took approximately over 30 years for them to become married into royalty(which is not that long when you think about it). They ruled over a small northern town named "Griffith", which was named after the first Forward king. The current royal family consisted of a father, a mother, a son, a niece and a nephew.. There was never a valid explanation of why the cousins lived in the kingdom, but no one ever questioned it. Assuming that the children had no where else to go but the kingdom. No one expected too much out of the Forwards or too little. Based on the townspeople, they never kept secrets, and if they did, it's always exposed. They aim to earn the trust of their people (says the king). They kept their palace clean, and avoided drama, that's why there was a rule about the Forward children going out into town.
On a bright Wednesday afternoon, which is the same day in which the queen's birthday celebration would be hosted, stands Nalander, the kings only son, picking flowers for his mother. As his mouse hair, swayed along with the wind, Nalander, on both his knees, carefully picked daises for his mother. Planning to give her a handmade bouquet, to emphasize his appreciation for the queen. His brittle hands made it difficult to keep hold of each flower, but he still manages to place them in the basket laying by his side. Originally, his father was supposed to be assisting Nalander in this activity, but he was off fulfilling other duties to ensure that tonight's party could go as planned. Nalander was a lean young fellow, his muscles didn't pound out of his clothes due to the fact that he wore pretty lose clothing. His hair dangled from his ear, and his skin seemed to be a loose as his clothing. Fiddling with daisy after daisy, the young prince continues to place flowers in the basket. Some where lavender others turquoise and light pink. The queen had multiple favorite colors, but Nalander decided to chose the more brighter ones, representing the gentle way his mother carried herself. Minutes pass and Nalander is soon approached by his cousin Penny, whom are close to him in age and who has been living in the palace since her birth along with her older brother Eric. She's in her day gown, bright green, followed by ruffles at the bottom, which stopped at her knees.
"What are you up too" she whispers kneeling over Nalander.
"Picking flowers for mother" he responds, also in a whisper.
"Don't we have maids for that" she taunts arising to her feet. Arising from the ground, Nalander's lets out a soft smirk and turns to face her.
"I thought they would appear more special if they were hand picked by me" he smiles. There is a small silence between the two, as Penny forgets why she approached the young prince in the first place. The soft birds chirp in the distance, as the garden remains at ease and quiet. Penny remembers.
"Oh, the reason I came, was to ask what Aunt Versa's favorites fruits where" she says in a condemned tone. Maintaining eye contact Nalander replies. "They're grapes and blueberries, why?"
"I'm making her a fruit salad, and I wanted to make sure I picked all of her favorite fruits" Penny proclaims.
"Don't we have maids for that?" Nalander mocks.
"I thought they would be more special if they were hand picked by me" she says breaking eye contact with the prince. She is then pointed to the back of the garden, where the crops where planted. In order to avoid contact of the townspeople and attention, the Forward family decided decades ago to grow their own crops, and sell them to the city frequently. You know, to avoid questions such as "Why does the king allow his niece and nephew to walk around like royalty." As Penny trots to the ends of the garden, Nalander picks up the basket beside him, now full with the flowers for his mother. Almost heading to the exits of the garden, he is startled my Christopher. His best friend since his youth. Greeting each other with laughs and hugs, Christopher begins to speak.
