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___ Marigold Abbot stirred in her sleep. A voice in the room started to become louder the more she woke up.
"Dearest Snow Queen," She heard a girl say. "I accept your token offering."
The blond opened her eyes slowly, trying to adjust from the light. She was able to make out a silhouette standing by the window. With the glimpse of red hair it was pretty safe for Marigold to assume it was Anne.
"Had I a book, I would press these sacred blossoms between its pages so that I could forever be reminded of this treasured moment," Anne said, with a sheet on her head and a branch from the cherry tree outside the gable room window. "Nevertheless... I... Princess Cordelia... shall cherish this gift always. Let my kiss prove my devotion..."
"What are you doing?" Marilla said, scaring both girls. "It's time you were dressed. Both of you."
"I was imagining that this morning was different than what it is," Anne replied, taking the sheet off her head as Marigold rolled out of bed. "I was making believe that... I was a beautiful princess and this was my sacred chamber, high in a tall stone spire..."
"Never mind your chatter. Marigold, get change quickly and come help me in the kitchen."
"Yes, Marilla," The girl responded tirely, with a yawn following soon after.
"I'm sorry," Anne apologize. "It's just that your gable room and your lovely old cherry tree provide such scope for the imagination. I've... also been wishing with all my might that you'd tell me that you'd decided that I could stay."
"Pack that inside and come downstairs. We'll be driving to see Mrs. Spencer after breakfast," Marilla said coldly, gently grabbing Marigold's arm and pulling her out of the room. The young girl was able to mouth a quick sorry to the redhead before the door closed. As soon as the door shut. The blond gave a hard glare to the older woman.
"Oh, don't look at me like that, child."
"Why can't you treat the situation with a bit of morality?"
"What ever do you mean?"
"I mean, why can't you try to show a little a compassion towards Anne? She's been through enough already."
"She wasn't meant to be here."
"Well, she is and it's not her fault. No matter where the mistake was made, you have a little orphan girl who deserve more respect than what you been giving her."
