12-13-2008, 08:34 PM
Elizabeth sighed. "Girls, I would like to speak with Anne...alone. Why don't you all just go wait for us in my room. Start working on your patterns." Elizabeth commanded.
They all stood there for a moment.
"I mean NOW!"
They scurried off, not wanting to anger the princess. Elizabeth then went down and followed Anne. "Why weren't you there today?" She demanded.
Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.