Roksolana stopped in her tracks, looking at her left-hand side with a smile. She bent down to smell the forget me not flowers which bloomed happily. Their purple petals shone like the glory of the sun, and a speck of white scattered across among the purple made it look like there was pure life breathing in them. They swirled gently from left to right, and then forward and backward, like a shy bride dancing.The flower was Roksolana's favorite of all the flowers blooming around. And some of those flowers include the Lilly, the red rose, the hibiscus, the coneflowers, the daisy, and the sunflowers. There was also the milkweed which attracts butterflies and other wildlife around it. All of which any other lady wouldn't mind gazing at. All but Roksolana. Even her maids sometimes asked her why she loved the flowers so much.She remembered when she was little and her father would go to look for a new settlement for them, he would pluck a couple of forget-me-not flowers and lay t
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