[center]Guinevere meandered aimlessly, her mind fixated on the earlier arguments with her father, and stared up into the blue sky. Her feet advanced her forward towards the line of vendors tents, but she paid little attention to the surprised sounds of the commoners as she passed. Although Guinevere had grown up in the royal court her entire life, she associated herself more readily with the people of her kingdom. A small girl approached the princess, carrying a bundle of ragweed in her dirtied hands. Her voice was meek, but filled with admiration as she spoke.

"Miss, these are for you miss. I picked em' meself outside the stadium."

Guinevere's daze was interrupted by the small voice and she looked down into the peasant child's eyes. They both seemed to smile in unison, and Guinevere bent her knees to the ground to get on the girl's level. The train of her cornflower blue dress gathered in the dust, and she received the bundle appreciatively. Without saying a word, Guinevere reached behind her head and plucked a beautiful Morning Glory from her intricately braided hair. She placed the flower behind the girl's ear and tucked a piece of her stringy orange hair around the stem to secure it. Guinevere stood up, keeping the weeds clutched gently to her chest, curtsied honorably and let her feet carry her further forward. 

She glanced back at the little girl, seeing her eyes widen with pure elation, as she rushed to tell her group of friends at the edge of the arena. Guinevere's bodice collided abruptly with a solid figure and she stumbled backwards with a grunt. Her hands swept down the front of her dress, as she calmly regained herself. The ragweed bundle lay scattered at the feet of the boy she had bumped into. Guinevere's eyes shifted from the weeds to the stranger, unable to form any words. She wasn't embarrassed by any means. She was afraid this commoner would make a scene and ruin her attempts to lie low among the crowd. 

"I'm terribly sorry, sir. I wasn't paying any attention. Those flowers, umm... I, uh, could you...?"

Guinevere didn't want to reach for them beneath him, realizing it would definitely be unladylike and quite intrusive. She smiled sheepishly into his eyes, silently praying he wouldn't raise alarm.[/center]