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Tonight, I've learned two new things about Caelum: first, his lips felt like velvet; second, he might be the change this kingdom needs. – @ – "Will you go out on a date with me?" Caelum asked as I opened my bedroom door the next morning. He had a bouquet of dahlias in his hand and gave them to me. "I picked them myself," he said, proudly. I accepted the flowers, feeling the rush of blood on my cheeks. He brushed my face lightly and I blush even more. "That's one of my favorite parts about you," he said softly. "You blush so easily. It's adorable."

Her portfolio, her purse, the book she was carrying, and her coffee all went flying and she landed painfully on her rear end. “Damn I am so sorry I was just trying to get to class and the vice principal delaye me, and anyways, I'm sorry.” Lily looked up and saw, maybe, the handsomest man she had ever seen in real life. He was tall, wearing an understated gray suit that he made look casual with the button undone, with a creamy white collared shirt beneath. Several of the top buttons were undone, and she thought there was a wisp of curly dark hair there.

Jimmy asked, pointing to the coloured lake. “It is beautiful, isn't it?" Nylian smiled. "It is called the Colouribus Conspiratus, the colours of unison. Do you see that couple over there?" he pointed to two strange creatures with green skin and a long pink tail. "Every colour has a meaning, an emotion, for example, red represents anger, white, peace, and pink, love. When they bathe inside, they will stay together forever, despite all the emotions and all the obstacles that will come up in the future. "Now it's all pink." Jimmy widened his eyes. "They must be very in love."

Nine Years Later Red. It is everywhere, drenching the room in its rich, provocative splendor. Red, like the taste of dark cherries and the burn of vintage wine. Red, like whispered temptations and silent threats lurking behind polite smiles. The color of love and war. Of passion and destruction. Of blood.

It smelled of fresh rain and newly cut grass, we were no doubt nearing the castle. I opened my eyes to see and we were coming just around the corner to the castle. I was right; it had rained and the lawn outside the castle was freshly trimmed and gardened with roses of all colors. I got thinking of the color meanings of roses and then looked at our gowns. Mother's gown was a deep red, just the color of the classic red rose symbolizing love and romance. Ana's dress was green, a rarity among rose colors, then again, Ana was a rare kind as well. 'Thank God for that' I thought to myself and smirked. I looked down before either of them could notice my amusement.

They framed the space, each fold catching the golden glow of chandeliers above. Threaded between those arches were rows upon rows of roses—red, white, and the rich, velvety black of baccaras. The color scheme struck a balance between fierce power and delicate beauty. The black gave weight and authority, the red pulsed with passion and strength, and the white spoke of hope, of new beginnings. Together, they made the room feel alive, a reflection not just of Octavia as a Luna, but of everything she embodied. Resilience. Love. Fire.

Tommaso; she giggled at everything. Roae turned away slightly, wiping away her tears. Her dream of a romantic and whimsical ambiance with soft pastel shades of blush ivory and lavender as primary colors was happening, but this time she wasn't happy like in her dreams. She was getting married because she wanted revenge on the people who betrayed her, making her wonder if it was really worth it. She discreetly wiped her tears away before anyone could see them before continuing with the decorations. Each table was adorned with cascading floral centerpieces comprising roses, peonies, and eucalyptus, creating an ethereal atmosphere.

In one bag there was a cream coloured saree and in another there was a gown. The saree was beautiful but soft . So I chose to wear that. I would have worn the gown but it was red in colour. I will not wear red as it was not my colour any more. "But you are a married woman now. " my heart said. "Yes...but she is a forced bride." My mind said to justify. "It is bullshit you know…. Think about it carefully,don't you really want to accept the relationship? This marriage? This guy cares for you a lot...at least give it a chance ." My heart said.