Kings And Queens Blossom Perfume Novels & Stories

I breathed. "A sign of hope," Sebastian murmured, stepping closer to examine the rare bloom. "Moon Roses only appear at moments of cosmic significance. They haven't been seen since the fall of the Royal kingdoms." The silvery-blue flower continued to grow before our eyes, unfurling delicate petals that seemed to capture and reflect the light in an almost impossible way. As it reached full bloom, a subtle fragrance filled the room, clean and pure, like the first breath of air after a cleansing rain.

The queen smiles at me dearly as she says grace and starts eating with her children as well. A hearty classic English breakfast was placed in front of me alongside a cup of tea in an antique cup. The queen is known to take her tea time and gardening seriously. This is why she was known as the “Blossom Queen” by the people due to her profound love of florals. “The king is attending to some of his national affairs, he sends his regards and apologies that he can not spend the morning with you,” The queen informs me. I bowed to her in response. “The king can not be bothered with a breakfast from me, Madame. I understand the situation,” I replied back.

Lucas had been in the middle of formulating the fake Queen of Desire. “I want you to smell this.” At Lucas’s request, Nathan and Grace each tested the fake Queen of Desire. Nathan smelled it and fell into thought. Grace, on the other hand, spoke the moment she caught the scent. “May I say something?” Lucas smiled at her. “Yes. Please.” Grace said, “Queen of Desire has a lily scent as its top note. After that, it gets sweeter and sweeter, or…” Lucas nodded as he listened.

Our powers braid tighter, faster, cleaner. Moonfire. Stormlight. Gold. We don’t vanish. We align. And the forming goddess pulses with a new heartbeat hers. No. Ours.

Their movements resemble a silent ballet of precision and skill, each step deliberate and graceful. After arranging the main dishes in the kitchen, I ensure everything is prepared and spotless before heading to the main hall. Upon arrival, I’m greeted by a scene that fills my eyes and heart with pride: the decoration chosen by Queen Seraphina is a masterpiece, a true tribute to royalty. Cool tones dominate the hall, with flowers in soft hues arranged in large, ornate vases, their delicate fragrances perfuming the air with an almost mystical touch. Graceful columns, crafted by enchatresses specially hired by the queen, rise elegantly, their intricate patterns and details seeming alive under t

and unlocked the door. He moved her going away from him...he was looking at her without blinking and taking in her beautiful and gorgeous self.. Her white coat that is her pride and signifies her hardwork to her patients, was held in her one hand... Her purse in other hand... A stethoscope, that was, is and maybe will be her favourite jewellery that she always carried around with her, was around her neck.... She was beauty with brains in herself. A perfect combination... No wonder his mom loves her more than him and would stay unhappy everytime Kiara or anyone bought up the topic of their marriage ceremony to be held...

If they wanted to fool everyone, they would just exchange their crowns. They rise to greet me, all wearing lovely smiles. I am reminded of my own smile, which must be ungraciously wide right now. I try to make my smile smaller as Kings Alcott and Reid lift my hand and kiss the back of it. "How is your scent more enchanting than jasmine. Your heart must have the purity of a born baby," King Reid whispers, standing so close that I am literally inhaling his breath. My sister's rare perfume, I too was impressed by it's intoxicating and profound scent. I have no idea what it is made of. My smile broadens. At least they do think that it is my scent.

He watched her as though she were the first dawn he had ever seen. Afternoons drew them into the gardens. The black roses that thrived only in his cursed soil had begun to bloom again, strange and beautiful against the pale sky. Daphne would pluck a single blossom, pressing it to her lips before setting it in his hair with a laugh. And though he was a king forged of battle and vengeance, he let her. His warriors turned their eyes away, uneasy to see their fearsome lord crowned in flowers, yet in Daphne’s smile he wore it as proudly as any crown of iron.

He instantly growled at the mention of Kyle's name. "It isn't him I smell on you. Your scent is rosemary flowers, and that's the scent I smell. It's a high-status royal blood scent. Only one wolf gets that smell every other decade, the Queen of Wolves." My eyes widened again. Surely he's mistaken. There's no way I'm the Queen of Wolves. There hasn't been a Queen of Wolves in decades. We only have the King of Wolves, and he never really shows his face anywhere. Then, a thought came to me. "Wait a minute… who are you?"

The card had only three words: To My Princess. My hand trembled slightly. That name. My Princess. For a century, only Kaelan had ever called me that. It was his name for me. "Your Highness?" the makeup artist asked carefully. "Should I open it?" I took a deep breath and untied the ribbon. Inside the box lay a single, flawless Stygian Rose. Not a normal flower. It was an eternal bloom, sealed in a clear crystal. The 999th. The last one he had ever promised.