Lilac and white contrast like day and night.
Standing in the garden waiting for the visitor to arrive Anne fiddled with her sleeves. She had a habit of pulling them down over her hands. She had never liked her hands, that stupid extra finger, no use nor ornament.
She watched the bees buzzing round the lilac and she wondered at how they never tired or grew slack in their travails. Bending down she picked a good size bunch of the lilac and a couple of roses and made them into a posey by wrapping them in her handkerchief. She took a ribbon from her elaborate dress and bound it neatly around the posey.
Anne looked at her handy work and smiled. Yes she thought an innocent gift for a visiting King.
Approaching the centre of the garden Anne suddenly shivered as a cloud momentarily blocked the sun. The lilac transformed into rivulets of blood, trailing down white skin.
A commotion brought her back to the present, the cloud and vision had past, though the doubt was there deep in her soul.
Her father and a very handsome man where approaching both smiling. “Anne” her father said “the King desires to meet you.”
Me though Anne, what would Mary think? Anne shook off her doubts and fears and decided to face this challenge. She also decided to do so, as much on her terms as possible.
As Henry took her hand and kissed it the vision of blood rivulets and white skin again coloured the garden. Anne blinked the fears away and smiled at the handsome king she was happy for now.
Above is another of my little plays on history, mostly imagination but based on fact.
It’s part of Sue Vincent‘s #writephoto Fragrance.
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