Flower Crown Drawing Novels & Stories

"So, what did Liam want to show me?" She pointed to the right of me with a giddy little smile on her face. I turned my head and found Liam holding up a slightly larger flower crown. There were a few damaged flowers and a couple of strands sticking out from the sides, but I could tell that he tried really hard to make it. His cheeks were bright red as he asked me, "C-Can I put it on y-your head? Ms. Jane s-says that when you give someone a flower crown, it can grant them eternal happiness as a celebration of their existence... and I... um..."

I flip to a new page and draw a depiction of myself walking down the aisle. Most of the drawing focuses on the surroundings, with my dad and me appearing as mere silhouettes. I provide intricate details about the floral arch overhead, the number of petals on each flower, the arrangement of chairs on either side, and the precise positioning of the clouds. The groom, his groomsmen, and the bridesmaids are all depicted as silhouettes as well. As expected, I eventually grow bored from drawing so much. You can probably guess what happened next. Yep, Mark gave me a start.

I announce that Nathan Crowther is being removed from the title of crown prince, now he becomes a traitor, he must be sought and isolated, his name never to be heard again, Thomas Crowther, my second son will inherit the throne when the time is right, and before the entire nation I announce that the winner of the Diamond Crown will be revealed. - Celine moves in the row next to her father, he is the richest noble after the king, he probably believes he will receive the title, I show a scathing smile on my lips, as soon as the news is given she will be in shock. Now it's silence that fills the hall as the king pauses to wipe tears from his eyes that I know are fake. He pretends to be sad for

The crowns would be brought to his parents and anyone else who wanted one, but it’s been awhile since he’s sat down and made a crown for another person. Carlos wants to make Ricardo’s crown perfect, building it up with honeysuckle, hawthorn berries, and orange blossoms while his own consists of an array of flowers he likes. Ricardo’s is particular, on the other hand. He doesn’t know what else to give him, but this is a sign of affection and his heart swells when he admires the finishing piece.

“Of course. You need to pick the flowers with the stalks in order to make a flower crown. They won’t work when it’s just the petals. Follow me. Let’s find a suitable plant.” “Okay.” I led them to a row of flowers that I had used to make a flower crown before. “These ones can work. So, we have to choose a plant that has a lot of branches. See, those ones over there. They are too young. If we take out a lot of stalks from them, they may get stunted. A plant needs its leaves in order to grow. We don’t have a knife but we can use out hands to break the stalks we need.”

Flora asks out of curiosity. " For Mommy," Maxine answered. Flora's eyes wide as she looks at the flower crown that she is also making. The flower crown that she made is nothing compared to the flower crown that her sister is making. She pouts as she looks at her Nanny, Asking help from her by giving a puppy look to her.

Crystal mumbled to herself, a sigh leaving her lips as her delicate fingers touched the flower’s petals, the morning dew sticking onto her finger like a bug, the warm drops of water barely noticeable. She took out her pencil and sketchbook, something that Angelica gave her to pass time, and improve her designs if needed. Although, Crystal is firm in her draft, it just needs a little more editing and nothing much. She sat by a large tree, leaning on the bark which seemed smooth enough to ensure her back won’t get injured. She took a deep breath and began sketching the flowers in front of her, roses, the vivid type of flowers that held so many meanings, so many reasons to use.

It was lopsided and slightly burnt at the edges, but it tasted like love and laughter. Then Seraphira and Shaelith handed me a crown, handmade from twigs and wildflowers. The twigs were darkened, slightly smoked at the edges, Shaelith’s signature, of course. A crown touched with shadow. Her version of a masterpiece. I stared at it like it was a priceless artifact. “You made this?” I asked. They nodded. I placed it gently on my head and they clapped, faces lit up like sunrise. We took pictures, so many pictures, and videos too. Laughing, making faces, creating memories I hadn’t realized I needed. And I didn’t take the crown off all day.

Tiny flowers, white and yellow ones. I watched him with confusion. “What are you doing?” “Don’t move,” he said simply.. “ Should I join ?” He ignored me completely, already working with his hands. I realized what he was doing only when he started weaving the flowers together. A crown. I blinked. “You’re making me a flower crown?” “Obviously,” he said without looking up. “You’re not exactly patient, so I need to keep you occupied somehow, I’m making it for you ”