Queen Pirouette rose from the soft pallet of blankets on the lawn of the garden. She’d decided to take a nap, alone, among the flowers that she loved. It was hard not to worry when King GarGar was off fighting a campaign. At night, all the cares and worries of the day seemed to press down on her, robbing her of sleep and making her head pound. It was Spring, and so there were many blossoms to delight her gaze, and buds, the promise of yet more, were aplenty.