Feeling more than a little glum and overwhelmed, Queen Pirouette sat at her work desk, reviewing memorandum and reports from the field of battle against the loathsome Empire. From the very moment she’d assumed the throne, it seemed as if a band of enemies had surrounded her and bombarded her with canon fire. The young Queen had taken to carrying little balls of opium to take in the event she were captured so that she might take her own life rather than be caged like an animal for display in a zoo.
It was while she was in this terrible state of mind when her fiancé, GarGar le comte des Deux Chats knocked on her door and let himself into her inner sanctum. He held something behind his back. “Greetings! My beloved queen!” He said cheerfully. “I’ve brought you a little surprise.”
To her discredit, Pirouette didn’t even look up from the mountain of paperwork before her. “Very well, Monsieur,” she sighed. “Just leave it on the desk. As you can see, I’m quite busy. I don’t have time for one of your silly games.”
Not to be dissuaded, GarGar cleared his throat. “That’s fine, my love; however, I must insist that you take a look at what I’ve brought you. It’s just a small token of my esteem.” He said this without a hint of rancor in his voice. Pirouette sighed and looked up from the paperwork that was the cause of her ill humor. To her surprise, GarGar held a bouquet made entirely of lilac. “These are for you.”
“Oh, my love!” Cried Pirouette, grabbing the charming little bouquet and holding it close to her face. “It smells divine!” In an instance, all the gloom and despair that had wracked her from head to toe were dispelled to be replaced with joy and contentment. How lucky am I to have such a kind and attentive lover! She thought to herself.