Describing the beautiful, white flowered blossoming tree in the park had been the finishing touches of Rosalind’s arrangement with the gentleman on the other side of the phone, third bench from the gate, and if she did say so herself, one of the most picturesque spots in the Spring.
The heiress arrived early, leafing through her book of herbs and marking the pages of the specific ones she wanted with a pen - A pen that looked like a quill, for the drama, of course. She’d admit that her research had fallen to the wayside in recent months, with her increased responsibilities at her jobs, but she was determined to get back into the search for the cure. If anyone could juggle working, starting up a political organisation and scientific research whilst looking flawless it was her.
Upon first glance Rosalind was confused. Rock wasn’t scheduled to work that day - she would know - she wrote the schedule, and never wrote him in to work when she wasn’t going to be there at least some of the day. She couldn’t be sure he’d do any work without her pressuring him to. Yeah. That was why. But then… His true purpose was revealed.
“Not at all.” She lied, “I knew it was you the entire time. You’re not very good at faking your voice, Rock.” She let out a high pitched, nervous laugh. “A-Anyway! Hello, Rock. It’s good to see you, rather than a stranger, I know I can trust you.” She settled into a smile, closing her book and standing up, “I’ll credit you for helping me once I find the cure for the common cold. Shall we go?”
•｡ ✩ “Yeah, sure you did, Rosalind. No worries! Your secret is safe with me. ♪ How else would you still be able to be one of my secret admirers?” Rock playfully teased her, following her squeaky laughter with a chuckle of his own - devious yet genuinely humored by how much she refused to accept the truth. After working under her supervision for quite some time, he paid close attention to her intricacies and learned how to push her buttons - an unlikely experience for her in a realm of wealth and riches that held her high on a pedestal; honestly, though, he finished his laughter with a smile on his face - it was absolutely adorable how she stammered in his presence. His impact knew no leaps nor bounds.
“Of course, you can trust me! Have I ever done you wrong before?” He winked, turning on his heel in the opposing direction - waiting for her to walk ahead and take lead for wherever in the world they were going. To be fair, he had already forgotten the basics of the request - and it certainly did not help that his stomach grumbled quietly with hunger; nevertheless, she needed her prince to be there for her, and that he would most definitely be. “Let’s go. ✩”
“What is it,” he followed his eagerness with a question, “about the common cold you want to find a cure for? If it’s common, does it really need a cure? What about finding the cure for a big, brutal disease or something? I’m still here for it, though!-- because who knows, I could be your remedy.~”
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