Flower Crown Drawing Novels & Stories

Dorian, Venus, and Elaila were here flower train and they adorned every step she took with flowers. As Kaerlia stepped forward to ascend to the throne, the crowd's collective breath seemed to catch. The luna crown, a delicate tiara adorned with moonstones and silver filigree, glistened in her hands. It was a symbol of her authority, representing her connection to the moon and the protection she would provide to her people.

Summer had just begun, there was no reason she was charging so much to digest that information. When Artemisia stopped running her fingers through the yellowish leaves, there was a drawing made with charcoal and graphite at the beginning of that page. It was the drawing of a tall being and almost all made by shadows, Delfine tried to make a scenario for that thing, but all the young woman could understand from the scribbles was a half-open window and a crow in the chest.

I got up and went to Flora’s room. In the children’s room, Flora sat in a wheelchair with a small table in front of her. There were various brushes and drawings paper on it. “Floor, what are you doing?” I walked in and asked gently. She didn’t even raise her hair. She held her paintbrush and was drawing seriously. “Mommy, I draw another family photo.” “Is that so?” I walked over and took a look. Flora drew a picture of five cartoon characters. Two adults, two little boys, and a little girl are included. Needless to say, it was our family of five.

Elara’s POV~ It was a still night, the sort of still night that makes the world feel so stuffy for you. Without uttering a word to anyone, I left the house and held the flower crown I had made nervously. Petals, the pale lavender ones, with the white centers and the gold dust. It was so frail and so fragile, like the life that had died too soon.

Then the guy approached me holding the flower crown designed with tiny sunflowers, its yellow color shining so brightly like the rays of the sun. “Hi. I believe this would suit you.” the man said and I looked up at him and I would not deny how beautiful his blue eyes are, they are like the ocean that could easily get me lost in his gaze. He handed me the flower crown and it is indeed beautiful. “Ahm… t-thank you. I am so sorry if the kids bothered you for this.” I said and took the flower crown in my hand. “No, it is fine, I am glad they did actually, coz I met you. Did you like it?”

“I’m fine.” Rose tilted her head. “Do you like it?” That small voice sounded soft and hopeful. I exhaled. Then I crouched. Just enough to bring myself to Rose’s height. My gaze dropped to the crooked sun again. “…You made this?” I asked quietly. Rose nodded fast. “Yes! I drew all of us. Look, that’s you in the middle. You’re the biggest because you’re Alpha.” A flicker moved through my chest. Unfairly warm. I reached out and took the cardboard from her small hands.

A small drawing desk in the corner, crayons scattered across it, a few papers with colorful scrawls. I stepped in slowly. On the wall, drawings were taped up. A child's drawings — a house with a triangular roof, a sun in the corner with rays drawn as straight lines, a tree with round red fruit. Then I saw it. One drawing in the middle. Three figures standing hand in hand. The small one in the middle, in a dress with long hair. A woman on the left. On the right, a man in a black suit.

As I read what is written on the paper, I tilted my head confusedly. "A Theorem?" I looked back at him. I thought he'd say something but he just ignored me. He's so busy reading a document. He looked so stressed though. I'm sure it's a document, there's an ancient language written on it's back. It that says "Empire's Lucre". I twisted my lips and just bowed down to get a pen. The pen here is an ancient type too. It's a birds feather, with an ink. He want me to solve this very easy mathematical problem? Ha! He should've just given me a harder one that will make me take too long. This is too easy.

his father would always say. Soon, he set to work and had started painting, the great picture he had in his mind and head. He was going to paint the picture of the garden for the first time in a very long time, but with an imaginary lady sitting on the chair of flowers this time. She was going to be clothed in most beautiful dress, and wear on a head, a crown of glowing diamonds. Time had passed by, and the young prince anxiety and anger suddenly grew within him as he completed his beautiful painting nervously. He needed not to be told that his teacher would soon be around, and the thought of it really made him sick.

The mate bond had just taken effect. Camilla wasted no time walking toward the three Alpha King's heirs she had chosen: Kael Dorne, Lucien Vire, and Soren Hale. They closed in around her, their eyes filled with raw desire. All around the camp, other male wolves clearly wanted to compete, but they were intimidated by the pressure of royal blood and didn’t dare step forward. Surrounded by them, she looked like some kind of saint in a chaotic world.