A revelatory night

"My flower seems to have grown a thorn for how you tease me so." said the giggling Ishara.

"My new found love I think you misunderstood for my request is no falsehood for I do believe it well we get to know one another on a more intimate level and if I am to truly become your partner we must learn every little quirk the other one possesses."

"My flower is growing rather fast and ever so more aggressive in action which I would happily encourage but are you sure we aren't moving too fast for you?"

"Oh of course not!" hastily replied Belladonna cutting over further points from Ishara as she pulled their intertwined fingers towards her bosom with a warm smile.

"If this is truly what you wish for my flower." said the blushing Ishara as many thoughts ran through her mind in an attempt to make sense of her current situation.

"Yes of course my Princess."

"Then I will have the maid make the appropriate arrangements."

However Ishara's attempt of recollection was met with another simple motion from Belladonna as she gently pulled them further into the room.

"Well you can do that later for I would rather spend such a beautiful sunset with you in our new abode."

Yet again another motion which caused Ishara's heart to flutter. Wait, wasn't she supposed to be the one trying to appeal to her partner so when did the table get flipped on her. Ishara's heart began to burn with a desire to compete for she would not easily fall under the whims of this doe eyed girl but despite the desire she could not help but admire this almost childlike adoration emanating from Belladonna.

"Well then so be it my flower but I have one request." said Ishara with a smirk.

"Oh what may that be?"

"Well if you wish to know me more intimately then I ask you to do the same. I would like for you to humor me with the stories of the wondrous awe inspiring flower by the name of Belladonna Alteria."

"Well unfortunately I might disappoint you there my Princess for there isn't much interesting about my stories or me for the matter of fact." said the sullen girl whose grip lightened as she hung her head. In mere moments Ishara swore a rain cloud was about to appear above the girl.

"The events aren't what would make it an interesting flower but the fact the events are your flower that I am interested in them."said Ishara tilting the girl's gaze up to meet hers.

"If that is what it would take for me to spend the sunset in your arms so be it" yelped Belladonna as in a matter of moments her face filled with determination. Where she had gathered up this vast amount of enthusiasm was unbeknown to Ishara.

Ishara however couldn't help but want to answer this girl in all earnest but she did nothing but follow as Belladonna drifted to her little patio. As Belladonna found a comfy seat on the Patio she gently tapped the seat next to her to which Ishara replied by happily placing her bum right on the spot next to her.

"I am sorry if this is umm ... insensitive or maybe I am rather unintelligent but may I ask how you pivot your mood so quickly my flower?"

"To be honest, princess, my story reminds me of bad memories that when compared to here seems like night and day. It makes me want to move on. I want to leave all that behind and take your hand for you who gave me a chance to leave that behind me. So I don't want to waste time there when I could be tending to a wonderful garden with you in hopes of bearing many delight-filled memories."

As Belladonna spoke she never once looked at Ishara but instead at the beautiful setting sun and the sprawling hues of oranges and purples that resulted from it. However even though her focus was forward she couldn't help but lean her head on the shoulder of the one that inspired her to do so.

Unlike Belladonna Ishara couldn't help but focus her attention on the beauty that gently rested against her. The continual shock had begun to take its effect on Ishara and at this point she couldn't help but admit defeat for this day she lost this battle of love.

The pair sat in silence dwelling on the beauty in their eyes as the sun retreated past the horizon and the full moon slowly came out to play. The handmaids eventually came seeking their masters to which they were told to bring dinner out onto the patio for the pair couldn't help but find peace in this quiet moment.

Their silence continued past the simple shared meal and deep into the following morning where the elated Belladonna was eventually claimed by the realm of dreams. The sleeping Belladonna eventually slumped into the waiting lap of Ishara. Tucking the stray strands of hair behind her, the innocent beauty of Belladonna as she slept would cause the hardening of brutes to leave her alone; however deep in Ishara's heart she couldn't help but feel pain.

With a sigh Ishara she shifted herself so she could carry the sleeping girl to the bed before securing their room and heading off to her study to put her preparations into place for her new endeavor was not going to be easy.

"Like a whirlwind she is. I never expected the flower trapped in a stone tower to be this lively. I must rethink and refocus my efforts, it seems." mumbled Ishara to herself with a small circled smile as she continued her work on the various scattered documents in front of her.

"Take a liking to the new flower I delivered into your arms by the looks of it." said the ambassador with a smirk.

"Hopefully this flower doesn't soften you up my Princess for we still have much work." continued the ambassador as she closed the door behind her. The smirk fading into a timeworn focus.

"Cynthia, you should know me by now. Do you truly think a cute face alone would sway me from my goal?"

"A cute face no but that smile is not one you have worn in a long time friend."