You Are Mine

She was happy she had took her advice. She had been right. Whenever she was here everyone left her alone. It had become her sanctuary. 

“You were absolutely right, Agnes. They do look beautiful planted here. She would have loved them. Yellow was her favorite color. However did you get these? They have traveled a long way.”

“Aye, they have Your Highness.”

They stood in silence then, taKing in the beauty of the greenery and colorful blossoms that cheered her spirits, just as her mother always had.

 She walked over to the same stone bench she and her mother had shared many times before and she felt the sadness she had been hiding deep within her creeping up again.  Her shoulders slumped. She was so unhappy, and so alone. She felt Agnes