I love this idea so much. In fact, it inspired me to write a short story for Ahren and Camille.
Photo #30: Ahren's Chamomile
The more Eadlyn thinks about it, the more she realizes that she has no reason to despise Camille. Camille loves her brother, enough to elope with him, and Eadlyn knows that there isn't one thing she hates about Camille because she was a symbol that represented life. Camille looked alive: she was always bright and smiling. Nothing could put a storm over her sunshine, no matter how dark and loud the thunder was.
The next photo is a snippet from a newspaper when the royals of France visited Illéa a few years ago. This picture is Queen Daphne de Sauveterre and America standing in the middle of Eadlyn and Camille. Camille has a natural smile and Eadlyn knows her own looks forced.
Eadlyn runs a finger down Camille's golden hair in the photo and begs for her to bring home her twin and shine her light over the country that needs it.
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A photography flash blinds the eyes of the four ladies as the possible hundredth photo finishes being taken. Queen Daphne takes a breath, America shakes her shoulders from the stiffness that comes with doing the same pose for so long, Eadlyn constantly blinks in order to restore her eyesight, and Camille still wears her shining smile.
Eadlyn walks off to side where Ahren comes up to her. Noticing his twins' fluttering eyes, he decides to come help.
"How many fingers am I holding up?" Ahren jokes, putting a hand with some fingers up.
Eadlyn smirks as she pushes away his hand (even though the answer was three and she knew that). She rubs her eyes, careful not to ruin her eye makeup.
"Eadlyn," Maxon calls from across the room. "Come and take a picture with Camille."
Eadlyn takes a heavy breath and sighs. Ahren puts a hand on her shoulder. They both look ahead at their father who's encouraging her to come over and Camille standing next to him, straightening out her dress. She looks up and Ahren can feel his heart stop as he looks into her sparkling blue eyes.
"I'll take a photo with her," Ahren says, beginning to gravitate towards Camille.
Ahren's known Camille ever since he was a child but now that they were teenagers, he feels something different about her. Something about the way she presents herself and holds herself up suddenly allures him. She's a woman of grace and happiness all in one.
"Ahren?" Camille questions, expecting to see Eadlyn.
"Bonjour, Camille," Ahren greets, also practicing his French.
Ahren puts an arm around Camille's waist and holds her close as Maxon snaps a photo of them. It lasts only a second, but Ahren wishes it went longer, just so he could hold her for much longer.
Is this what love feels like? Ahren loves his family, but what he's suddenly feeling for Camille is different. And from what he's seeing, her hand isn't leaving him either. He's never felt this way before any girl, let alone Princess Camille de Sauveterre. Camille looks up at Ahren and purses her pink lips before letting herself out of Ahren's grip.
"Danse avec moi plus tard," Camille says, walking off towards her mother.
Ahren nods his head. Camille spins around, her golden locks of hair and billowing skirt following. She sashays away and Ahren finds himself not being able to take his eyes off her.
"Ahren," Eadlyn calls.
Ahren turns around to face her, still in his little daze. He looks into Eadlyn's eyes, still thinking about Camille. He shakes his head, warping back into reality, and Eadlyn stares at him.
"What?" Ahren asks.
"I said that Camille literally looks like a flower," Eadlyn replies as her eyes look towards the French princess who's currently giggling away. "She's so dainty and fragile."
"She does," Ahren replies, not for the same reason as Eadlyn. "There's just something about her that reminds me of a certain flower. God, Eady, tell me some flowers."
"Roses?" Eadlyn guesses, not understanding why she's doing this. "Forget-Me-Nots? Bluebells?"
"No, no, the ones that sound like her,"
Eadlyn gives Ahren a strange face, but returns it back to neutral when her mother looks her way. Eadlyn clears her throat as Ahren still looks at Camille. If anything, Camille reminds her of a sunflower because both capture attention and associated with the sun.
"Tulips?" Eadlyn guesses again.
"How do tulips sound like Camille?" Ahren questions, sighing. Eadlyn shrugs. "I'm talking about those little daisies from Europe."
Eadlyn shakes her head. "I'm not a botanist."
"Chamomile!" Ahren exclaims. "She's like a chamomile flower: so simple yet so whimsical."
Eadlyn narrows her eyes as Ahren walks over to get his dance with her. They dance like flowers in a meadow - swaying to the music like flowers to the wind and showing off their bright colors. Eadlyn knows that at this point, her brother has fallen down the meadow's rabbit hole and into the flower pit of Princess Camille de Sauveterre.
If you hate Camille, then tell it to someone who cares because I love her! If you need French translations, I will be happy to provide.
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