Just a little idea that came to me while sitting on a hill behind my house.... A sweet fluffy little drabble.
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“You can’t play King of the hill without a Queen.”
“Oh yeah? And what, exactly, do you propose to do about this, Miss Smarty-Pants?” He crosses his arms and waits for her answer.
She hesitates, and then sets her daisy chain on her head. “I could be the Queen.” she suggests.
He pauses, watching the sunlight dance in her big brown eyes. The daisies’ white petals make a perfect crown for those lovely, long, golden-brown curls. She cocks her head, waiting for an answer.
“Is that all right with you, Merry?” she asks tentatively.
“That’s perfectly fine, Estella.” he replies.