Flower Crown Drawing Novels & Stories

I heaved a sigh of relief and went back to report myself to Prince Sebastian when I caught notice of a fragile beautiful young girl drawing randomly on the wall. I wanted to enter and scold her for destroying the paintings with her random hobbies when the sight of her tears stopped me. I walked in quietly and her eyes were closed, her finger moved randomly on the wall and I looked at the painting. A moon was drawn and three ugly looking people that almost made me snort. But one could recognise their gender from the rough hair and crown. Wait!. The crown! It has the symbol of the moon on the crown and someone seemed to be kneeling down.

The paper was different from the rest though and I thumbed through the rest of the book; I realized there were a few other drawings tucked between the pages like this, randomly scattered throughout the chapters. A woman was seated on a throne, splayed out with nothing but a thin veil covering her face and a star-studded crown on her head. Her hair was long and draped strategically over her chest, covering most of her breasts and ending in beautiful curls at her bare stomach. One hand was draped over the armrest, holding a glass of wine that was tipped and spilling all over the marble steps while her other was between her legs. The detail in the drawing was just incredible and I unconsciously

I could not look them in the eyes. The professor's voice sounded above my head. "I am curious what kind of emotion drive you to draw this beautiful scene." There was a hint of teasing in her voice. I could not help but look up. That's when I noticed the drawing I made. There were sketches of dandelions scattered around, big and small, acting as a background. Like fallen leaves in spring, they were swayed by the breeze, creating such a lovely scene. Amidst the fallen dandelions, was a man and a woman kissing together. Above them was the shining stars and moonlight.

It made this moment even more intense and important, but it was a quick kiss. Victor pulled away and then reached out and took my crown, which is made of gold, with black details and red stones. The base of it is made of gold, with a black material and on top of the material there are gold carvings that resemble leaves, in vintage style, and 10 small stones adorning this part. Above there is a division in gold, where the tips resemble leaves, then next to the black part, there are gold notches that resemble wings and 5 more medium-sized stones are surrounded by gold details. Going up, there are five points, which resemble bat wings, and on the main point, there is a flower carved in gold and

Flora instructed her daughter. After getting a few fresh leaves and placing them on her basket, Flora held Nadi and they went to the base of the stone steps as Emil instructed. Emil was still not there yet so Flora just helped her daughter make a crown for Kay made of the sanaria leaves and flowers.

Three hours had passed without me noticing a single minute. I looked down at the open sketchbook. The drawing covered the entire page. The oak tree stood strong in the center, its heavy branches casting long, shaded light across the grass. In the foreground, the small yellow lilies looked almost real, their thin petals catching light made entirely out of unpainted white paper. It was detailed, neat, and sharp.

she replied, her face looking serious as if she were knitting a flower. "Flower arrangement?" "Yes, Helena taught it," she replied. A few moments later, the flowers were finished arranging. Shyly, Princess Nathania returned to the place where Nathan was sitting and waiting for her. She hide her work behind his back, as if she wanted to surprise him. "See!" she said, showing a crown made of pansies which were very beautiful. Princess Nathania smiled with satisfaction with her work, even though she had only learned it once from Helena.

He wanted me to mark her, make her ours, but I couldn’t act like a savage now. I leaned down, my heart thumping against my ribcage loudly like I was doing something forbidden, and I caressed her cheek. The smell was even more intoxicating at this angle, and I wanted to bury my nose in her hair. I reached for her lips, and I caressed them gently. They looked so heavenly, and for a split second, I imagined what they would feel like on mine. I shouldn’t be thinking that, but I couldn’t help it. Staring down at this helpless goddess in front of me makes me want to wage a war against this whole pack.