Alaric
Did I really mean that? I can't tell, but then, I was annoyed when Dirna said that about her.
I hate it when she talks down to me. Only I have the right to tell anything harsh to wolf.
And now, here I am, holding a basket! What king holds a basket?
There's a blanket hanging on my shoulder too and the maids were meant to be here to do that.
But she wanted us both, alone. Earlier, she was struggling with the basket and blanket, slowing our walk, and to ease it, I snatched them away from her.
I can tell she really got me when she said it's her birthday.
She was in front of me, running around and chuckling. She spread her arms, whistled, and inhaled the soft air.
I scoffed as she was funny, talking to herself or the flowers, and once she stopped at the greener part of the field, she turned to look at me.
"Here will be perfect," she said, stomping her feet on the sensitive grass, and I only rolled my eyes.
