Literature
EnglandXReader- Lemon Spice Roses
I stood in front of the window of my study, this was my favorite view in the house. It looked directly over a large garden of Roses, God I loved roses. Red ones, pink ones, yellow, orange, every color I could find, every variety.
My favorite of the roses though, was a specific beauty by the name of _________. She was a servant of mine, but I saw her as so much more. Her skin was softer than any velvety petal, she was so much purer than any scent, she was more radiant than any flower.
I had known _________ ever since we were little countries, she was always so shy and sweet, it took ages for anyone to get close enough to her
