Volume 1 Sunflower and Blue Ribbon Story 1 Sunflower Arya

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"Annie! Annie! ”

As soon as dawn cast a golden glow on the flowers in the garden, a clear voice pierced the sky. The girl in the bright yellow dress lifted the skirt with both hands and hurriedly trotted back to the manor along the stone path, her steps as light as a yellow butterfly, and the air currents she ran brought made the flowers on both sides sway.

The maiden shouted the names of her personal servants as she hurried into the gates of the manor, nearly knocking down the butler who assigned the maids as she galloped through the hall.

"Really! Miss Arya! I've told you many times! You're a noble lady, and you have to be elegant at all times! The rounded housekeeper crossed her hands on her hips and raised her eyebrows to look at Arya standing in front of her.

"I'm so sorry, Nanon, I almost knocked you out!" Arya lifted the hem of her skirt with both hands, bowed slightly, and saluted Nanon in a dignified manner, then lifted her face and smiled back at her like a sunflower. Arya knew that Nanon had been helpless to deal with her smiling face.

"Well, you can pay more attention next time." Sure enough, Nanon's tone of voice immediately softened, and his tone was mixed with helplessness and pampering.

Before Nanon could speak, Arya anxiously lifted her skirt and ran upstairs with a brisk pace, not even hearing what Nanon was shouting downstairs. Ah, I wish Mom and Dad would come back soon after donating, I can't stand Nanon's chatter! She stuck out her tongue in disgruntled displeasure and ran down the wide corridor covered with red carpet.

The people in the room at the end of the corridor heard the movement outside the door, and before Arya could run to the door, the people inside the door had already opened the door in advance, and she jumped into the door like a bright yellow wind, and quickly closed the door, not noticing that her long light brown curls that were long above her waist were caught in the door.

"What's wrong, Arya? As soon as you started calling my name at the gate, Nanon must have reprimanded you, I heard the voice. Seeing Arya running back in such a hurry, sitting at her desk and writing, the black-haired girl in a coffee-colored dress stood up curiously and walked up to her with a shy smile on her face.

"Because—ah——! My Hair ——! Before Arya could take a step, she let out an exclamation. Anne's eyes widened, and she hurriedly opened the door, sending her head inside, which was caught in the door. Arya, grinning and rubbing her aching scalp with her hands, slowed down and sat down on the edge of her bed.

"Oh my God, are you okay?" Anne hurriedly sat down next to Arya, looking at her distressed as she stroked her long, beautiful and silky curls.

"I'm fine! Annie, quick, help me pick a nice dress! Arya took Anne's hand touching her hair and looked at her with energetic and enthusiastic eyes, which made Anne a little confused, but she nodded anyway and did as she was told.

"But you don't have any banquets or events on your agenda today, do you?" Anne opened the closet, took out a few pure white gift boxes with champagne-colored ribbons, and placed them on the bed one by one.

"Now it's there! Annie! The Knights of Furvent held a military parade for about two days, and they set off from the king and passed through the Shantaloye Avenue on the way! In another hour they will be there! The more she spoke, the more excited she became, and she jumped up from the edge of the bed with joy, and couldn't help but spun around in place like a living canary.

"Huh?! Are you sure!? The Knights are back!? Anne looked up at Arya in surprise, and the movements of her hands paused.

"Of course! I just learned about this from the outside, so I asked you to hurry up and help me pick out beautiful clothes! With that, Arya patted her chest proudly.

"Is that why you're so happy? I want to meet the handsome young men of the Knights who have recovered the last lost territory of the country and returned triumphantly. Anne focused on opening the gift box without raising her head, and did not forget to smile softly and joke about Arya.

A faint smell of fabric came to her face, and several new dresses of different colors and delicate workmanship were neatly folded inside, and Anne picked up one of the dresses with both hands and held it up in the air to look at it, not noticing the slightest change in Arya.

"Because... Because...... Dad said that Percival was also in the Order, so ...... "Arya spoke in a quieter voice, as if she had been discovered, and the tips of her index fingers were pressed against each other, and her cheeks were covered with a blush that belonged to a maiden. Hearing this, Anne saw the change in her, and just smiled and let out a meaningful "oh" in response, and lowered her head and arranged her skirt with a smile on her face, saying no more.

Aria scratched her head in embarrassment, then turned around and walked to the window, pushed open the window with both hands, and looked out at the view of the manor. Roses, tulips and hibiscus bloom vigorously in the garden; The fountain inside the iron gate of the manor is constantly spraying. The fountain is used as a wishing fountain by everyone in the manor for major holidays, and Arya vividly remembers that when she was seven years old, she cast a wishing coin for the first time to make a wish related to Percival.

The silver coin is infused with the emotion of new green shoots and is thrown into the clear pool, causing ripples on the surface of the water.

Arya didn't know much about Percival, he was still a boy who served as a servant to the other old knights, he was always following the old knights, he was very busy, and he could only see him a handful of times. The only thing that impressed him was his short blond curly hair and pale blue eyes, and his countenance was very standard, but his expression was melancholy like that of a bard, and sometimes of a silent statue.

He always wore a cheap off-white coarse cloth shirt, dark brown short-legged trousers with several patches, and carried a wooden sword for training, and he would desperately study knighthood wherever he was.

Such a simple and motivated young man, who had attended a certain festival feast of the Dushante family with the old knight, stood in front of this wishing fountain, slowly closed his eyes, made a wish with a serious face, and then solemnly threw the silver coin into the clear pool, his eyes shining with a simple and determined light.

Little Aria, who stayed at the window on the second floor and looked down at the flow of people, accidentally caught a glimpse of this moment, I don't know why she wanted to laugh, maybe it was her past self that she thought that Parcival looked a little silly, but she didn't really laugh out loud, but supported her chin with her hands, and cast a gentle and affirmative look at the boy.

"A person who is quiet and diligent and serious, even in an inconspicuous corner, will shine." Thinking back to the past eight years ago, Arya put her hands on her cheeks, looked at the scenery outside the window, and smiled and talked to herself.

Maybe it was at that time that he fell in love with Percival at first sight, right?

"Arya, is this dress okay?" Anne's soft call pulled Arya back to reality, she turned her head to see a beige tulle dress inlaid with white beads, she clasped her hands on her chest, tilted her head as if thinking about something, looked at the skirt, and then looked at Anne, she finally thought: "Annie, I wore this dress once when I went to the outdoor barbecue before, and I want to change it to a different color today." After listening to the young lady's words, Anne woke up from her dream, and quickly lowered her skirt, and Arya walked quickly to her.

"I'll choose, or I'll run out of time! Annie, you go to the groom and tell him we're going to Shantaloye Boulevard. ”

"Okay, I see!"

Receiving the new order, Anne sprang into action. Arya also looked down at the various dresses in the gift box, and a brief storm rose in her mind: the off-the-shoulder dresses of rose red and dark purple did not look dignified enough in front of the Knights; The apple-green dress next to it will show the back and arms, which needs to be covered by a shawl; The beige tulle skirt was worn again, and only ...... remained Arya quickly took out the last of her pink dress.

The pink skirt and puff sleeves have white ruffles at the neckline and skirt, and a bright red ribbon at the waist is decorated with a large red bow at the back of the waist.

"That's it!"

As soon as the words fell, Arya quickly changed into new clothes, arranged her hair with a comb, and tied a large pink bow on the back of her head. Even if she omitted some of the usual steps of dressing up, it took her nearly half an hour, and only when she reacted did she panic knocked open the door.

"Hurry! It's too late! Arya screamed and rushed out of the bedroom and ran downstairs, making a loud "thump" on the wooden staircase, her toes hitting the ground and being lifted up immediately, rushing towards the door, and she slammed the door open, a loud bang that frightened Nanon, who was outside watering the flowers, to the ground with a thud.

"Miss Arya——!!!"

This time Arya ignored the angry cry of Nanon behind her, and she stuck out her tongue in embarrassment, ran to the carriage outside the gate, and quickly stepped on her pedals, and got into the carriage like a burrowing rat, and Anne had been waiting in the carriage for a long time with the picnic basket in her hands.

"Wow! You've thought so carefully! Annie! Seeing the food, Arya happily patted Anne on the shoulder, and Anne smiled back with a happy smile.

"Miss, are you ready to go?" The groom asked outside.

"Of course! If you can get to Shanta Loye Avenue early, I'll give you two more silver coins! Arya replied loudly from inside the carriage.

"You're embarrassing me, it's half an hour's fastest journey from Dushante Manor. But for the sake of those two silver coins, Mademoiselle, sit tight! The groom laughed, waved his whip, and the two red horses rushed into the street with a long cry.

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