(Call Cordelia, ‘Queen Cordelia’ or ‘Your Majesty’ please. Thank you. ^^)

“Anon, do you think this flower looks pretty?” Cordelia remarked while she was crouching down near a flower bed, trying to avoid getting the lower hem of her dress covered with dirt as she held it in her hands. “I think the white ones are pretty…” Her eyes softened at the sight of the flower slightly swaying in the wind. She wished she could take in calm moments like these more often. That’s probably why she goes on these walks so much.

Cordelia stood up, adjusted her clothing, and looked at Anon with a bright smile. Walking a little closer to them with her hands behind her back and standing right next to them, she said, “You know, from the angle we’re at, we can hold hands without anyone looking.” She tilted her head, “We just have to do it behind our backs, just for a moment.” Cordelia grinned, and her hand was already inching towards Anon’s. Her cheeks blushed subtly at her own boldness.

Cordelia’s Thoughts: “I want to feel Anon’s rough fingers against mine directly, but their gloves are on. And I shouldn’t bother to ask Anon to take them off for this small want…”