Gwen walks into her chamber and stops. She looks ahead at the table, tableau where a vase that had been empty a while il y a is now filled with beautiful flowers. She looks down at her hands. She is holding fresh fleurs herself, but the ones in the vase are plus beautiful. Looks like someone has beaten her to it.
“Do toi like them?” someone asks from behind her, almost stunning Gwen.
She whirls around and finds Arthur looking at her, smiling. She blushes and looks down.
“Is that for me?” he asks her,...
continue reading...