"Hey, are you all right Lancashire? You're acting weird?" Rutland frowned worriedly at the northern county "yeah, yeah I'm fine, just fine…" Lancashire waved her hand dismissively "it's just…"

"What is it?"

"In flower language red roses symbolize, love, respect, unity, romantic and passionate love and carmine red signifies…deceitful desire"

"You've lost me there"

"That's not it, red and white roses symbolize unity"

"Ah-"

"White roses symbolize reverence and humility, they represent the Virgin Mary. Wales told me they're placed on the grave of a young child to represent innocence and silence. In Asian culture the white rose stands for the ultimate absence, death. Last week I was sent a bouquet of a dozen white roses, which are often used to connote innocence, purity-"

"And secrecy." Yorkshire was stood at the door, Rutland turned to leave

"Talk to her, Lancashire, she'll understand, far more than you give her credit for." before Lancashire could reply Rutland was gone and she was alone with Yorkshire. The ginger shoved a bundle at her and hurried out the room. Lancashire unwrapped it and six roses fell out, tied in pairs.

"Orange and coral, desire. Orange and yellow, enthusiasm, desire, passionate thoughts. White and coral. You're heavenly and I desire you." She pressed her fingers to her lips and flipped over the little card, the 'r' in coral had been scratched out making it coal "typical Yorkist" she murmured.