Yazmin's POV
After playing a few festival games, I try to find Arabella. I'm bored, and I want to tell her more about the Rose's. She insists that someone likes me, but I don't think so. I've kind of built a reputation for flirting with all the guys my age, not getting attached, then moving on. I've never truly loved anyone outside of my family.
"Yazmin!" Arabella calls out, laughing a little. What is she doing this time? "Louis wants to talk to you!" Crap. Did she tell him about the roses? The butterflies in my stomach return. I run over to her and Louis.
"Yes?" I ask.
"Yazmin! I haven't seen you since, well, yesterday," Louis says. Um, what? Ari, what did you do?
"How about I let you two talk to each other?" Ari says, backing away. No, no, no, don't leave me! "Bye!" She hurries off.
"Um, hey, Yazmin. How- uh- how are you?" Louis stutters. Crap, crap, crap.
"Um, pretty good, I guess. How are you?"
"Pretty good," Louis replies. We stand in silence for a few moments. Where is Ari when I need her? I look over and see her talking to the Calians. Great, both of us in awkward situations we don't want to be in. Perfect.
"Do you want to go to the gardens?" Louis asks me.
"Sure."
We walk towards the gardens. What am I supposed to do? Do I hold his hand? Make small talk?
"How are things going in Brulon?" I break the silence.
"Pretty good. How is Rothsburn?" He asks.
"Good," I reply. "Are those your two favorite words?"
"What?"
"Pretty good. You say them a lot."
"They are pretty good words."
I raise an eyebrow. "You said them again," I say.
"Sorry, I just don't know what other words I'm supposed to say."
I laugh. "I can lend you a dictionary, if you want," I say. The awkwardness is gone.
"No thanks, I hated those in school and I hate them now," he says. I laugh making him smile. We stay smiling for a few moments, enjoying each other's company.
"Look. Lace Roses," Louis points out. I look down to see a bed of small white roses at our feet. Louis bonds down and picks some. "Here," he says.
I turn around, and he tucks the delicate flowers into my hair. My tight curls hold them in place. "Thank you," I tell him. He smiles down at me. Now that I think about it, he is the perfect height for me. I am only 5'2", and he is 5'11". Almost 6 foot, but not quite.
We continue walking and come across a gazebo, with green vines crawling all over it. We sit down on a step.
"How is Brulon?" I ask.
"I already told you, its..."
"Pretty good?" I interrupt him. He laughs.
"Yes, I guess it is. When was the last time you went there?" He asks me. I try to think back.
"I don't think I've ever been there," I reply.
"You should visit sometime. My birthday is in February, maybe then? The beaches are the best in the country," he says.
"Wouldn't the beaches be cold?" I ask.
"A little, but we could walk and not get in the water. Besides, you are from a Northern Province, so I doubt the cold would bother you much."
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The Queen of Luania
Fantasy"A weak Queen is a dead Queen" When Arabella became Queen of Luania, she thought it was all ballgowns and dancing. 4 years later, she has learned that it is quite the opposite. As she and her allies play a complicated game of love, hate, peace, chao...
