Flower Crown Drawing Novels & Stories

"I had to colour all the little lines." Miss Agatha smiled over the top of her book. "She's been working on them since breakfast." "There are two more." Aurelia corrected. "They're different." She hurried back to retrieve them before carefully laying each one across the table for my inspection. One showed the three of us walking through the gardens. Another had somehow included flowers nearly as tall as the estate itself. I laughed softly. "I think these flowers might be a little larger than they really are." "They're supposed to be."

“Hey lady?” A small voice asked for my attention, and I looked around to find a tiny girl staring up at me. “What is that?” She asked pointing at a flower crown hanging on a hook and I crouched in front of her. “That is a flower crown. Would you like one?” I asked with a smile, and she tilted her head. “What is a flower crown?” She asked as I brought down the flower crown. “You wear it on your head. Would you like to wear it?” I asked and she nodded her head and put it on top of her long brown hair. “Just like this.” She stared up at me with surprised eyes.

Curiosity winning me over, I slowly open the box. My hands started sweating. I knew I was intruding, but I needed to lay my hands on it. Finally, taking the lid off, I stare at what was inside. A ruby crown laid beautifully. It looks like it’s been untouched. Putting my hand in, I caress the edges with my fingertip. Slowly and leisurely. Once again, I look at the entrance. I didn’t want anyone to see me after what I was about to do, so carefully, I hold the crown and take it out of the box.

Elara had insisted on making paper crowns, and Aurora had helped cut jagged shapes that were taped together unevenly but worn proudly. “Mine is the strongest,” Elara declared proudly, puffing out their chest. Aurora smiled softly. “Of course it is, baby.” Jaxon tugged on her sleeve gently. “You didn’t color yours.” She picked up a crayon absently. “I’m thinking about what color I want.” She filled in a shape without really seeing it, her mind drifting even as she nodded and reacted at the right moments. She laughed when they laughed, praised their drawings, helped tape another crooked crown together.

Archer's father comes and stands around us to stand in front of his son and his mother does the same to stand in front of me. I glance down and see each of them holding a soft cashmere pillow with the new royal crowns atop them. I gasp lightly with how beautiful they are, and I look up to meet Archer's mom's tearful gaze. " There's no one else more deserving of this crown, hola. Rule alongside my son and keep him humble. I nod, my own eyes teary as she places the crown on my head. My crown was designed with my name intricately woven into the diamond stones emblem, rose gold framing that is molded to look like wild vines adorned with more diamonds.

A man, there is a girl in the middle of them and a woman holding hands. Well, I assume that the two in the drawing are women because they have skirts. Of course, who else are these three. It's Kenzo, Yelena and Marga. Their family drawing made by Yelena. I looked at his other drawings, there are mountains and then in the middle is the sun and I think the flower farm below him is the water color used in the drawing. There are also other drawings that look like the three of them again, but the same colors were used in the drawing.

She asked herself, having a struggle between keeping up with her current attitude towards Dante or just running into his arms like she really wanted to. Mireille slowly settled the crown on her head and looked into the window. It had been made with blue flowers and it looked really beautiful on her. Mireille's lips curled into a smile as she noted the similarity in this crown and the crown on his abs. Coming to think of it, she realised that the crown on Dante did not look so much like a King's crown, it was more like that of a princess just like the flower crown on her head at the moment. Why would Dante have tattooed a Princess's crown instead of that of a King?

“Let me know if you need anything. I’ll be near.” I waited until she disappeared behind the swinging kitchen door before turning my full attention towards my drawing book. My awkward fumbling of the pencil stopped as I gripped it in a tight hold. Idea’s grew from the toxic darkness that lingered, the pointed tip of the lead carefully sketching a hand grasping an entwined honeysuckle and rose crown. A flower crown. A simple smile. Erasing some of the shaded blackness that colored the eyes. Yeah, I think I will color this one.

James and Alicia continue their journey through the woods. The size of trees is now smaller and less dense. A narrow stone way appears at a distance. Alicia looks around her. She's now around the same place she comes to pluck flowers usually. Flowers of all colors and varieties are around her. Her gaze stops on a high branch of Sharon flower tree. She reminisces her memory here. Her hands are raised up trying to grab a white Sharon. But she's not able to reach it. Suddenly her hand jolts up and it touches one Sharon. She looks down.