Stroll
"What's this one?"
"A lily."
"Aaaand this one?"
"A violet."
"And…this one?"
"A rose. Should I just name every single flower as we pass it so you don't strain your voice?"
"If you'd be so kind."
He sighed exasperatedly. The golden goddess was walking slightly in front of him, skipping backwards however that was possible, and delicately touching the petals of every flower they passed to ask him what each was called. He loved having her here with him; their time together was rare at best. But at times he also grew tired of humoring her various moods. Today, was one of those days.
"Mina, perhaps we should go back inside? It looks like it's about to rain."
She looked up to the sky.
"Does rain look different on Earth? Because according to the standards of Venus your skies look like a drop won't even attempt to grace the grounds today."
Her eyes narrowed.
"Or is that your way of telling me you're sick of me, General?"
He took a step back.
"No, of course not. I merely suggested—"
"I can leave if you want me to…" she pouted with her oh-so-tantalizing lips and crossed her arms. "If I'm being a nuisance…"
"No, I didn't mean anything of the sort."
"Oh, what's this one!"
All anger forgotten, she knelt over one of the flowers. One that looked as if it were spun of gold and sunlight. The Princess' eyes glistened with joy as all of her attention was focused on the bud. Her love walked over to her, examining the flower more closely.
"A marigold. Do you like it?"
"It's my favorite," she replied dreamily. Her fingers delicately touched the petals, as if they were the most precious thing in the world.
"Then it's yours."
Unsheathing a dagger from his side, the General took the marigold by the stem and cut it from its perch with care. He held it out to the Princess of Venus, and she took it reverently. Looking to it, then him, to it, then him. And then, a truly genuine smile graced her perfect lips.
"I love you Kunzite."
"And I you, my Princess."
She tied the flower into her hair, then embraced her love without abandon.