8-set drabble series, different themes, not only love.

Thank you to my wonderful beta: Tamora Pierce Junior.


For those who don't know: A Forget-me-not is a five-petaled flower, it can be light pink and white but it's known commonly for its unique blue colour.

In the 15th century Germany, it was supposed that the wearers of the flower would not be forgotten by their lovers.

Legend has it that in medieval times, a knight and his lady were walking along the side of a river. He picked a posy of flowers, but because of the weight of his armor he fell into the river. As he was drowning he threw the posy to his loved one and shouted "Forget-me-not". This is a flower connected with romance and tragic fate. It was often worn by ladies as a sign of faithfulness and enduring love.


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--FrEeDoM--

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Princesses weren't meant to be happy, to fall in love, to live life as they pleased. They weren't meant to make their own choices, follow their own dreams, do what they wanted to do.

No, a princesses' life was not thus.

Yet, somehow, somewhere, exceptions happen.

But not here, not in this palace, not in this aspect of Tortall.

Yes, Lianne of Conté had been happy, yet, she had cried herself to sleep. Yes, she had fallen in love, and yet, it wasn't meant to be.

The gentle kisses in dark corners, hidden moments, her double life that only she, and him, had known about.

The other night she had cried as she had told him goodbye, that it was over, not by her choice. He had hugged her as she cried and pressed a flower into her palm.

One flower, so belittled in her hands.

Blue petals, a Forget-me-not.

Now, she stood before the old wooden doors, like so many others before, waiting for her future to be decided for her. She walked slowly and steadily down the hundred-steps staircase, one hand gliding elegantly alongside her down the banister.

Her suitor bowed and kissed her hand, the 'perfect' prince her parents had found her. She placed a fake smile upon her plastic face, etched into false happiness.

Bells later she stood on the balcony, looking over the dark rose garden, one tear glided down her face, falling into nothingness.

Her gown was blue and upon her chest was pinned a single flower.

A Forget-me-not.

She was tied down by her duties, and she would cry, she would scream, but she would do as she was meant to do.

The life of a princess.

But she had one way of escape, one route to happiness, real happiness, inside her mind. She had a soul, and that soul remembered, she had memories, of him, memories that let her be who she wanted to be, even if it couldn't last.

Because freedom could be found in memories. And memories could be found inside her.

As she stared at the flower, she remembered those nights, the spirit he had, the moments where he had made her forget who she was, her duties.

One Forget-me not.

One life freed, if only for a moment.

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xxTunstall Chickxx

7/09/08