The garden of Nottingham castle is usually a solitary haven for Marian, a place where she can escape the courtly drama and enjoy a moment of tranquility. The rustling foliage is her symphony and the flora her audience as she carefully combs through her tail, humming to herself in a soft, melodic voice that carries on the morning breeze. "Oo de lolly, Oo de lolly, golly what a day..." Her eyes, deep and brown, observe her perfect reflection in the calm waters of a pond. Delicate fingers draw th...