Kings And Queens Blossom Perfume Novels & Stories

An ancestor of Akyran’s had a penchant for roses, and the gardens overflowed with them, their perfume rich in the air. We crossed through the gardens, our cloaks caught by the thorns, towards the side entrance. Akyran paused and plucked a night-blooming white Fae-rose, a bloom rare and highly sought after for its perfume and as spell components and protected in this garden by the king. Only Akyran would dare to pluck one of these blooms so casually. He pinched off the thorns and handed it to me. “Part payment,” he said with a grin.

Nobles and servants alike gathered in anticipation with their faces evident of both curiosity and reverence. As the carriage came to a halt, footmen in resplendent livery swiftly moved to open the door. Princess Victoria Westford emerged, her regal bearing immediately commanding attention. She was dressed in a gown of deep emerald silk that accentuated her auburn hair and fair complexion. Every movement she made was a testament to her royal upbringing as King Lucian.

I greeted with a bow of my head. She didn’t glance at me. “Have you done as I asked you to?” “Yes, my queen. I have delivered both items. The bracelet I just gave her today.” She gave a low hum. But she didn’t immediately send me out, which made me think she had more to say. “My queen, if I may ask…what does the bracelet do?” She turned to me. Behind her glasses, her eyes glowed a subtle silver. Enough for me to see it. And also enough for me to see the resemblance between her and Ryker, he had the slope of her nose, and her beautiful mouth.

Rojean said before approaching the outfits that were there. Krister sighed before smiling a bit. “She didn’t have time to date and stuff. She thinks it’s a waste of her time. Anyway, you wear make-up? I haven’t seen you wear make-up so I’m asking.” Rojean was still overwhelmed with the black clothes and the fact that she thought Sei herself has taste in fashion but just didn’t like darker clothes in general. Finally noticing Krister, she shrugged her shoulders off. “I put on make-up, not really good at it but I’m quite decent if I say so myself.”

Kora returned the laugh and, together with Naseefa, walked to the third room of that magnificent building, following all the journalists and artists who participated in the contest. The hours of the morning and early afternoon had flown away, between interviews and the thousand things to do: dozens of models had paraded in front of the audience, wearing clothes and perfumes of the most famous artists in the world. Among the essences that smelled their skin, there were also 'Blossom' and 'Eucalypso', Kora's workhorse.

Wait… "You… how could you know I will be pleased with her? What did you do?" "I… nothing…" The King wanted so much to escape. If the truth was revealed, he didn't know what could happen to him. He didn't want to admit it but his younger brother was a terrifying being. If Liam wasn't so loyal to him, he would be dethroned many years ago. "Speak!" "I didn't do much… well just a little push to your happiness." "What did you do?!" "I… the Rosaline Fragrance in the wedding dress."

After a closer whiff, I had to restrain my temper and not fling the bottle away. “There’s no vanilla there, the Itsaul White flower is the starter and the gardenia follows in percentage,” Perfume making and winemaking were one of the basic lessons royals like us had access to. From being that close to Zira this morning, I had been able to pick the most prominent flowers in her mixing. All they had to do was follow instructions. “Third Prince, we have used up the available Itsaul available in the palace and the flowers are not in bloom at the moment.”

Ornate boxes with the pack’s crests imprinted on them were also present. “The art of perfumery is very important. With perfumes, you can intoxicate any man with your charm. It speaks elegance.” She lectured and reached for a crystal vial filled with a pale pink liquid. “This is referred to as ‘Rose de Mai’ because it is formulated from the essence of rare roses. With this, you can give the signal of femininity and receptivity.” I watched her take me through all the products that were on the table. “This is called ‘Midnight Bloom’ because it was extracted from a rare flower that blooms only under the light of the full moon.”

The smell of smoke never left her. Even after five years, Inés still woke up coughing some nights, the phantom scent of ash curling through her dreams like a ghost refusing to rest. “Name?” the guard at the Delgado estate gate asked, his voice flat but suspicious. Inés gripped the strap of her cheap bag tighter. “Inés Montoya. I’m here for the maid position.” The man’s eyes raked over her; young, pretty, average enough not to draw attention, which was the point. He muttered something into his walkie-talkie, then motioned for her to go inside.

"Miss King, Ms. Reed, please step forward and shed some light on this situation for us," Colton White requested. Helma moved with a serene grace, while Teresa emerged from the group, her chin defiantly raised. "I want to make it clear that the artisanal scent I created is entirely my own work. And just so everyone knows, I did not concoct this formula for the competition. I perfected this fragrance, which I call 'Fragrant Blossom,' two years ago."