Once upon a time there was a girl. This girl was the most beautiful maiden in all the land save for one small flaw, she had no name. She had not a title that her mother called when dinner was prepared nor an appellation that her lover could engrave on a ring. She was nameless and that was something she could not change. Her hair shone like dragons gold and her eyes shimmered like morning dew, but that did not give her a name.
She was often spotted wandering her garden in her violet dress dusted with white gems and fine lace. Petals fell from the ancient trees like wounded soldiers as her ring caught the light of the burning sun. She would glide through the the vines and brush her fingers against the flowers as she listened to the singing winds.
The blossom trees would glow with vibrant colours to compete with the clear blue sky. Like something out of a fairytale, the trees arched into a tunnel lit only by the light that dared shine through the leaves. She would spend hours memorizing the designs time had drawn on the trees, she would spend hours learning the wind's lullaby so that one day she could sing it back.
A glistening pond sat still in the gardens heart. Surrounded by roses and sprinkled in lilies, the pond was by far her favourite place to visit. She would climb a wise oak tree and sit on its highest branch where she could see her entire garden. She looked lovingly at the birds who flew above her trees and the flowers that sent colours in every direction. As her gaze fell upon the edge of her garden, she hoped that their colours would bleed through the borders like ink in water and shine light upon the broken kingdom that lied beyond it.
