Gwenyth was the royal gardener and the best in all the kingdom. Every banquet, every part, ball, Gwenyth was responsible for decorating the room with her luscious flowers. Now a days she spent her peaceful time watching over the Kings royal garden and making sure no weeds touched her bed.

She was down deep in the dirt, planting a young bleeding heart when she noticed someone not so blended with the kingdom staff. There was the king, soaking up the sun and enjoying the beauty of the earth around him. Gwenyth felt herself blush slightly, but did not turn gaze. Her she was, feet away from her king, and he had no idea she existed. She sat back on her knees and watched him, he seemed stressed and not at ease. She wished she had the courage to talk to him, but with her ratty, muddy work dress, and her matted black hair.

She finished planting the bleeding heart and stood up, dusting the dirt from her dress. "There, that's finished with." She mumbled and walked through the garden, seeing what needed to be tended too, trying her best not to think such foolish thoughts about the king noticing her.

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