Rejected

Drabble 1: Thorns

"I do not think this is a good idea," Delilah worried her lip nervously. They were leaving the boundaries of her home's gardens on a walk. Delilah's father had deemed the need for a chaperone unnecessary so they were mercifully alone. Or so he thought.

"Why not? I'm sure your brother courted his wife in a similar approach. I was told this was the norm," Damian answered impetuously.

"Ah, but my brother is not the Prince and no one was interested in his walks, "Delilah looked sideways and muttered, "We're being followed."

"Are we?" Damian was perplexed. "Should I brandish my sword to protect the fair maiden?"

"No, no but if you look closely there are three people hidden behind rose bush and the bridge we just crossed had at least a few people hidden under it," Delilah whispered and leaned in closer to conceal their conversation.

"I am looking closely," Damian replied hoarsely, feeling cross eyed at her proximity. He had eyes only for her. The Lady he was trying to woo was not pleased.

"If you cannot see people trying to spy on us I wonder what you will do with this country," She glared at him.

"Why I shall have a wonderful marvelous spy as a wife," He smirked, "Why should I be bothered?"

"Oww," Someone screamed from behind them and both of them whirled back in shock. Beside the rose bush was their milk man holding his hand in agony. Apparently sticking your hand into thorns was not a good idea.

"I was just picking roses for my missus, Pardon me, your Highness," The man spluttered and bent so low the couple wondered if he would fall over. The man then raced away as if being chased by wild dogs.

"Hah, picking roses, indeed," Delilah scoffed, "Though he is being truthful about being on an errand for his wife. She is the most vile gossip and the poor man gets recruited into chasing new stories every week."

"I hope I shan't have to crawl though country sides trying to find out which Lord is running away with the scullery maid," Damian asked seriously.

Delilah rolled her eyes .