17 - Queen Melisa

Third Person’s Narrative;

Eliza and Aurora were knee-deep in the chaos of the palace garden. The early afternoon sun cast a warm, golden glow over the sprawling lawn, highlighting the delicate beauty of the roses and the tangled mess of the bushes that needed pruning. Eliza used her shears with practiced ease, cutting away at the unruly branches while Aurora, next to her, struggled with the same task.

Eliza's laughter, light and melodic, rang through the air as she watched her princess wrestle with the oversized garden shears. Aurora’s efforts were earnest but clumsy. Each snip seemed to take more out of her than anticipated, and less from the bushes. It was obvious that the bushes were being pruned by a novice, and Aurora had not the slightest clue what was going on.

"Careful there, my lady!" Eliza called out, trying to stifle her giggles.

"If you keep that up, we'll end up with a topiary disaster. "She laughed and Aurora paused, her face flushed from the combination of effort and