Queen Marceline walked out into the gardens and smiled when she saw her daughter sitting on the bench under the willow tree. She had a hunch she would find Melissa there, there was something she had said during breakfast that had peaked the nosferatu woman's interest.
"Enjoying the snow?" Marceline asked as she took a seat next to her daughter. "Winter is a nosferatu's favorite time of year. My skin is usually so flawless in the cold."
"Mother your skin is always flawless," Melissa responded with a small smile. "You don't look a day over thirty and yet you are centuries old."
The two women chuckled, both leaning back comfortably on the bench and watching the green of the garden slowly getting dusted with white.
"I would have never thought you would be in support of random men pursing your daughter," Marceline added on, wanting to bring up the topic that had really brought her out here. "It took everyone by surprise when you supported the idea of Eira getting married off."
