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A swallow was singing in the peach tree as the breeze teased the grass. A young man wearing the proper wedding clothes patiently waited for his bride. She looked up at him, from a distance. He had spirit, intention and potential, he was strong, passionate, and gentle. His dark hair and bright eyes accented his height. She loved him. He looked back at her all dressed in silk and hiding behind a veil. Behind that veil the green eyes held strict determination and passion. She was a demanding creature with big ideas and the know how to carry them out. Her long light brown hair was twisted with flowers and there was half a scowl on her lips. Her lips, the ones that held a perfect kiss... his kiss.

Her Majesty Liyann was sitting in her study flicking darts at the palace cats. Trevor, an old advisor of hers, was talking with her about the future of her kingdom. She was getting annoyed and proceeded to thrust a dart at him. He dodged and half screamed.
"I was just saying that you need some kind of heir. If you don’t have one then-"
"HUSH! I know. You’ve been telling me for the last hour. Actually, now taht I think about it, ever since I've gotten married." Her low voice was harsh. "Go away now. I need to speak with my husband."
Trevor was walking out the door when another dart nicked his arm. He yelped and walked faster, mumbling something about hating his job.
Liyann rolled her eyes and sat sideways in her chair, tearing her sleeve. She cursed it and glanced at the two terrified kittens on the other side of the room. She grinned. Her husband knocked and entered, bowing as he did so.
"M’lady, you wanted to talk?"
"Oh hush Jeren. We need a child."
Jeren was shocked. "But you won’t even-"
"I KNOW! I also know you hate it so that’s why I gave you all those mistresses. I don’t have to have my own child now do I? What I want to talk to you about is who. Who can have our child?"
"Well, technically, m’lady, it wouldn’t be ‘ours’ if-"
"HUSH!" She flicked a dart at him and he caught it. "I don’t want to hear it. Nobody has to know it wasn’t ours. As long as you’re the father and I approve the mother who cares anyways? It’s my affair."
Jeren sighed heavily. "I don’t like it Liyann. Why won’t you just have a son?"
Liyann laughed her horrible laugh that was almost a cough. "What? And mess this up?" She gestured to herself as she continued laughing. "Not a chance." She thrust another dart at him. He caught it and flicked it back at her. It nicked her ear and she glared at him.
"You shouldn’t torture the cats my wife, I don’t like that either."
"Go away! I’ll find a lady-friend for you all by myself and you’ll agree. NOT ANOTHER WORD!"
Jeren decided not to protest. "I could leave the country you know. Run away, after I murder you of course, take all your money, some cheese….."
Liyann spat and stared at him. Underneath it all she did love him. She would be sad, if such a thing was possible, if he did leave. He was walking closer to her with that odd smile in his eyes. His bare feet were making a soft sound on the marble floor. She had always wondered why he never wore shoes. He placed his hand on hers and she accepted it. She leaned in and kissed him.
He stood up to leave and glanced back at her. "I don’t like it Liyann…." Then he was gone.

The wind felt soft against Brees' tanned arms and face. She inhaled it as it passed by, bringing the sent of lilacs and tea roses to fill her lungs. Unfortunately it also brought the smell of freshly turned dirt and weeds. She sighed and picked up her shovel.
Working in the palace gardens had been her choice work. She loved to be outside working with nature. Little did she know that the Queen had other ideas…