Queen Of Flowers の小説・ストーリー

Surely I will wake up and be back in the fields harvesting barley, in the stables brushing down horses and at night serving in taverns where the knight used to drink and fuck. But she looked up once more and caught Perci’s eyes and knew she was foolish to think this a dream. She had fallen into the same fate as the previous queen. A glorified slave. She found that she had no appetite and when the king dropped her hand on the table, rather roughly as though she was possessed of some kind of disease that was communicable, she buried her hands in her lap and twiddled. There was only one reason why the king would want to marry her now. Was it any coincidence that he made his announcement as soon

There is no alternative. I shook my head and my discomfort pricked me. I cannot... somebody who puts his life in danger of mine? I... I don't even know them. I can't ask that of anyone." “You do not have a choice,” Rowan said. “It is not a question of asking; it is a matter of survival. You are queen now, Auri. You must act accordingly." I heaved a sigh and leaned against the bed in an attempt to wrap my head around it. "When will I meet this knight?"

I stood in a field of white flowers. The flowers stretched as far as I could see—endless waves of petals that swayed in a gentle breeze. The sky above me was silver, filled with stars that seemed to pulse with a life of their own. The air was warm and sweet, carrying the scent of jasmine and moonlight. It was beautiful, peaceful, perfect. A woman stood before me. Silver hair. Moonstone eyes. A crown of stars on her head. The first Moon Queen. "Seraphina." "First Moon Queen—"

“You’re shaking.” I laughed small, breathless , tears still wet on my cheeks.“I’m overwhelmed.”He squeezed my hand ,gold eyes soft, proud.“They see you. Really see you.”I looked around at the faces, young and old scarred warriors, silver haired elders, maids with wide eyes, children peeking from behind their parents.They weren’t just looking at a woman.They were looking at their Queen.Their hope.Their future.A young girl no older than ten stepped forward clutching a small bouquet of winter flowers ,white and fragile.She bowed low then held the bouquet up with trembling hands.“For you, my Queen,” she whispered voice shaking. “We picked them this morning. For luck. For love. For the little fla

Long, ink-dark hair cascaded around her shoulders, and she combed it with slow, graceful movements, each stroke like a ritual. Her fingers were delicate, but something about them whispered of ruin. Her eyes—green like the heart of a forest in spring—were striking, mesmerizing… and completely dead. No warmth or mercy showed in them. She looked down at the small white flower growing from the stone floor. It was the only sign of life in the darkroom—delicate, its petals just beginning to open. With a calm expression, the Queen reached out and touched it with the tip of her finger. The change was instant. The flower started to wilt. Its soft white petals turned gray, then black, curling in on th

The closer the day drew, the more she wished she could skip it entirely. Sitting on her favorite marble bench between two perfectly manicured forest-green shrubs, she took in a rainbow of flowers. The tulips had always been her favorite, particularly the violet and blush ones, although today it was the rich crimson of the roses that caught her attention. The flower garden was the one place where she could rest assured her mother, Queen Rona (who bore the ridiculous title Empress of All the Lands East of the Galacial Mountains and Queen of the Provinces South of the Compazional Sea) would never seek her out. That wasn’t to say that she wouldn’t send someone else to find her wayward daughter o

August Something inside her was made of flowers yet her heart was made of gold, she had a rock n roll soul, her eyes were filled with the deepest secrets filled with moonlights and mystery, she was the finest arranged stardust. She was raised my the sun and watered my rain a hopeless lover and a dreamer who did bloom for the moon. "My queen , Alovia has been crowned queen, you must run now it is dangerous."

This was a perfect distraction for her to wait until the King finished his work. “What is this flower called?” Selene pointed at the mesmerizing unique shapes of lavender flowers. “That is Drowsy Lavender. One of Her Majesty's favorite flowers. It helps her sleep deeply at night,” Sir Shiraz replied obligatorily. Selene stood still in her place. “Her Majesty?” she asked once again. “Yes.” Sir Shiraz nodded, and it made Selene freeze. “The King has a wife? A queen?” Sir Shiraz guffawed at her assumption.

"I am Trevor and I am the vampire king. What is your name, woman?" The vampire king asked Celestine who was still shaking in fear. Her eyes widened when she heard what he said. If he was the vampire king then the vampire story was real. But who was the woman that awaken him?

He bent down and picked a Queen of Night flower, its delicate petals unfolding like a tiny star. Betty quickly hid in a corner, watching Mateo closely as he picked the Queen of Night flower. She was curious about what he wanted to do with it, and her eyes followed him as he headed towards a part of the garden she hadn't explored before. She trailed behind him, careful not to be seen. Betty's heart beat faster as she followed him.