"A small reward for your sincere service, my lady," Eros said, extending the wooden box in her direction.
Mirabella eyed the box warily and shook her head. "I have an obligation to serve the Great King," she said, bowing her head, "There is no need for awards, Your Majesty."
"Hmm. But what's inside might catch your interest," Eros smirked as he opened the wooden box, revealing a dried flower encased in a tiny, mirrored compartment.
Mirabella's breath hitched as her eyes landed on the same flower she had once plucked from Everdale Castle. She had worn it in her hair, only to toss it aside when it wilted.
How had it ended up in the king's hands?
Mirabella's hand immediately shot forward, trying to snatch the box from him. Eros lifted it high, making her jump to reach it. He chuckled at her actions, "What happened to your obligation, my lady?"
