Friends.
Allies.
Partners.
They were all similar in meaning but at the end of the day, one's partner and ally didn't necessarily mean that they were your friend. Rosalyn Lockhart was quite familiar with that. The person who you smiled and laughed with could very well be holding a knife behind their back.
Rosalyn Lockhart decided to put those things away as she reached for the freshly-baked plate of tarts. Thinking about such foul things like betrayal while eating would only upset her stomach. Instead she eyed the young woman, Mary Ann was currently busy preparing her a glass of lemonade. Someone like her was… content with friendships.
Was it as good as they say it was?
"Ah, Your Majesty, it's actually an hour past lunch—would you like me to prepare you something else besides tarts?" Mary Ann asked as she approached her.
