[For the girlnation ficathon.  Written for miezen. Hope you like! :) ]

“My lady, Rosalinde.”  The page said, bowing.  In his outstretched hands lay a delicate looking package, wrapped in a beautiful red ribbon and decorated with the most gorgeous rose that could be found.  It was lightly scented with perfume that would make a woman weak in the knees ( Read more... )