Third Person POV
She sat in the rose garden, looking at all the flowers numbly, unable to appreciate their beauty, listening to the gentle sounds of the birds chirping in the distance, the sun gently shining down on her. A gentle breeze caressed her skin, and she closed her eyes, trying to bask in the solitude, the swing seat rocking back and forth as she swung her legs, her hands gripping the ropes tightly. This had become her much-needed sanctuary and she came out here whenever she had the chance.
“I thought you might be out here,” a voice said quietly, and she turned her head, to see a determined Queen Isabelle making her way inside the large gazebo that Lucian had, had, remade, and built specifically for the two of them.
“Queen Isabelle,” Rosalie said respectfully, a small tight s
