I brushed lightly at Genevive's hair as she sat in the bath. She has spoken much in the last week that I've woken up, and I understand her pain. It's hard to forget about what happened. She was left with virtually Nothing, and now she has to trust me to love her. Which I swore I would.
"Genevive?"
"Yes mother?"
"If you could have anything what would it be?"
"I don't understand."
"Like a new horse, wardrobe, diamond necklace, or ball thrown in your honor, what would it be?"
"I wouldn't know. I don't really want much."
"I just want to see your smile. So think really hard on what that anything could be."
"Well. Maybe. Piano lessons would be nice. I always hear you singing to the little ones. I'd love to make music too."
"I will definitely have that arranged for you Honey. Okay. What will you have me do with your hair?"
"Can you braid it like yours please."
I braided her hair, and she finished her bath. I worked my way to her room, and helped her dress. We went for a walk outside in the garden. In the beauty we remained immensely quiet. Words weren't needed. Genevive only needed to heal and the roses would do the job.
In the time we spent. Standing in the breeze, her small hand in mine, I knew she loved me. She loved me because she felt secure. Something she'd never felt before. Something we both were so new to.
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My Rainy Day Prince
RomansaThis is a story of a bittersweet forbidden romance. A peasant, falls in love with Prince. However, she's special. She lives in the Prince's private tower, alongside her son. This young girl and her child fall in love with the man whom cares for them...
