The Secrets of Llawnech

"If thays alright." Jackson told them.

"As long as its alright with your parents." Alicia told him.

Hayden looked down to her, almost silently asking if she was alright?

"Of course it's okay," Gwen whispered, thinking of adding another comment before leaving it be - not wanting to start a fight.

Rose watched it all with a frown.

Alicia raised an eyebrow.

"Speak up mum." Jackson told her.

"Would you like to come over and choose one?"

"I have, of course it is okay. We aren't particularly close, hm? You and I so you don't need my permission." Gwen whispered.

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Magnolia nodded, getting to her feet and walking over

She smiled watching her closely to see which one she would choose.

Magnolia pointed to a cream dress with light pink detailing. "This one, this one."

"Not really had much chance to get close to you, I'm Rose's guard and dad's my trainer."

Iliana took the dress down. "This is a lovely one, isn't it?"

"And now your aunt and uncles student. I know, it isn't a criticism. It's wonderful, I am happy you have the opportunity to be around everyone." Gwen whispered, before looking to her sister. "It will be tomorrow we are leaving, once we are settled in you know you will be welcome." She told her before turning and leaving the room.

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Magnolia nodded.

Alicia sighed.

"What?" Rose asked Alicia with a frown when she heard her sigh.

"Let's see how it looks on you, hm?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

She laughed. "Alright. Shall we put this one on over your clothes or shall we take those off first?"

"Over clothes," She nodded.

"Alright, let's see..." she began to carefully open the clasps on the back of the dress.

"Is it complicated?"

"Oh, well I normally do not do this on my own," she admitted softly.

"Its okay nor do I, daddy always done it but now it is Uncle Aiden. He isn't very good, it takes him ages. He can plait my hair pretty though because of the horses."

She smiled holding back a quiet giggle. "He loves you very much and tries his very best," she agreed. "Ah, there we go. Lift your arms straight up over your head."

Magnolia done as told. "He likes you."

Iliana slipped the dress very carefully down over her head, helping her get her arms into each sleeve. "He only likes me so he doesn't get himself into trouble."

"No, he does paintings of you. He only paints things or people he really likes."

"Paintings? I did not know that he paints," she smiled softly to herself. "Ooh, this is a lovely color on you."