The king looked at Anaisa with some surprise.
"Change the name of the County?" He asked, and she nodded.
"I've been thinking about it. I cannot bear the shame of the name of Oakdown. Would it be very difficult to call it something else?" She wanted to grimace, but kept her face impassive.
"Such a thing has not been done before," King Harold's brow knit as he considered the matter. "What would you change it to?"
"Dogwood," She replied tentatively, and he stared at her a moment. She maintained eye contact with the powerful man despite feeling nervous about the suggestion.
"Why?"
"It's a beautiful tree. It symbolizes resurrection. I felt like I died when I was cast out, and to be brought back…" Anaisa hesitated to mention the other resurrection she ardently desired. "It's also the kind of tree I was reminded of when I saw the one in the cave. I would like to remember it in this way."
Kisses heal almost every ill. Except probably a gunshot wound, or someone calling you a worthless drain on society.