I Brought You Frankincense Vine Novels & Stories

“Stay within sight.” “Yes, Captain.” The second he turns away, I move fast. I weave through the stalls, past bolts of cloth and baskets of fruit, until I find the apothecary’s tent — small, unassuming, draped in faded green. The old woman behind the counter looks up, her gaze sharp as glass. “Need something, dear?” I lower my voice. “Fennel seed. Ginger root. And… queen’s veil.” Her eyebrows lift. “That last one’s rare.”

I tell the old former King, my eyes concentrating on the room, still looking for what I needed. “Take whatever you need. I will leave you to it.” Hunji's father tells me before departing the storeroom and leaving me to my own devices. Aimlessly, but purposefully I wander around the room. My lips begin a slow upturn as I spy what I need. “Black haw, false unicorn root, cramp bark, and wild yam root,” I say to myself picking up each ingredient.

However, even as I seek the excuse, I know the truth is that I have no desire to truly know her. Opening a drawer in the table beside the bed, I reach in and remove a vial. “What’s that?” she asks. “A musk-scented oil I purchased during one of my travels. The seller assured me it would bring heightened pleasure. I thought to test it on you.” “If the pleasure you bring me is heightened any further, l am likely to expire on the spot.”

My chest weight was slightly lifted. I took off my earrings and the fancy ring on my pinky finger and went over to lie on the table, barefoot and wearing nothing but a long flowy gown. Immediately, Ivy flickered her wrist and the candles lit themselves around the room in a perfect circle. Soft flames with blue tips that made words shadows across the walls. “Here, drink this." She offered a cup. “What's…. This?" I asked “Bindweed. Rue. A bit of moon ash. Things you should never touch without gloves, unless you want your hands to melt off"

I thanked her and paid her price, however while I was about to turn to leave she handed me an additional wooden small piece which was made of an oak tree…. “Ah… I don’t need it Madame” I told her But she simply gestured me with smile and said that I will require it in future… she seemed kind lady because of which I tried to pay her price for it but she denied to accept it… At last I thanked her for her kindness and left with Draco, we than purchased few dried herbs from another herbal shop, from a butcher shop we purchased two small bottle of black cock blood, from a local shop we also purchased few blocks of cinnabar and pink salt.

she greets me. “Hi.” I give her a friendly smile. “How have you been?” She gives me a look, raising her stubborn eyebrows at me. “Not to be rude, but could we skip the small talk and get straight to business?” I bite back an amused smile. “By all means.” Ivy reaches into the pocket of her robe and pulls out a glass vial. Inside of it is a light pink liquid. She offers it to me. I stare at it warily. “Is that the…?”

A slow smile spread across his lips. “Hi, dear.” I swallowed. “This place… it’s stunning, but why is it so quiet? Where is everyone?” Vincent chuckled. “I rented it out for me and you.” I blinked. “You did what?” He smirked. “Had to make sure I had you all to myself, my queen. Now, sit.” As I settled into my chair, Vincent’s amused gaze swept over me, and then he laughed. I frowned. “What’s so funny?”

asked Jack placing a hand on the door frame leaning forward. Val knows if she stays here something will definitely happen and her face is so red because of Jack’s breath. She wanted to leave but she heard Jack’s words "Your shower gel smells good Vanilla but I like your natural smell, I am using this for now but I will bring mine next time"

Felix got in on my side as if it didn't really bother him, or maybe he just wanted to appear stronger than his brother I thought smiling to myself. "I'll never get used to that portal to hell water temperature." Axel said dramatically as he shook his head at it like it would literally take him there. Felix only rolled his eyes at his brother's usual antics as he reached in front of me grabbing some shampoo. It smelt like my rain and lavender scent, how odd. Where had he even found somrhing like that, I had my hed tilted slightly looking at the bottle confused. "Ivy made this for me, I really do love your fresh rain and lavender scent. I may have mentioned it when you were still unconscious,

The pine-scented air was cool and crisp filling my lungs with the clarity I had been searching for since the day I left. In that moment the Invisible Vineyard wasn't a place in France anymore. The Invisible Vineyard was an idea. It was the realization that the important parts of us. Our resilience, our love, our history -'re the things that cannot be taxed confiscated or sold. They are the seeds we carry in the dark waiting for the light to return.