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THE JOURNEY had been long and tiring ; her bones ached and the cold seemed to throb her joints. she was not used to these long journeys... and she hoped she'd never have to take another one after their return to england. her lady in waiting is all that kept her company - her husband traveling separate from her.
she often wondered if it was something she had done. was it her ? did she displease him ? was she not at all what he wanted and expected ?
a heavy sigh left rose colored lips , turning to enjoy the sights of france. she'd always dreamt of the gardens but her attention was quickly taken by the sudden small coldness that nipped at her nose. snow ? it was snowing ? ! an excitement left her , a giddiness that had long since left her. "snow ? the first snow of the season ? would this be a good omen , perhaps ? perhaps this visit will not be half bad. "
