Novel & Cerita Queen Of Flowers

She asks and I know she already knows the answer. "I don't believe I'm ready, Goddess. I'm scared." I say and I feel her lift my chin to look at her. A kind smile adorns her face and her glowing blue eyes look straight into mine. "I gave you a sunflower for a reason. They are beautiful, bright flowers that grow from dirty water. In your case, your past is the dirty water and you are the sunflower. You went through so much yet you pushed through to come out ontop. I wouldn't have chosen you to rule if I thought you were unfit." She says with a small giggle.

He held the power to bring a smile to my face when I was going through unbearable pain. It glowed lighter. revealing a pair of eyes, it was also a part of a burning fire. My lower lip trembles from all the emotions consuming me, he was here he was holding me. I couldn't speak and just stared at him. A black wing sparking with an amber glow rested on my forehead and a bright red flower landed on my chest, cracking sparkles around it. I had read about it in the Herbology book. FlammaFlos! It's a powerful plant and the Queen of Faerie guards them. I saw Cassandra but her sight wasn't clear. It's given for a new life.

I can see that she is glistening before me, wet with the arousal of exercising her power. I do not flinch. Her opening smells of sunshine on wet grass. I use all of my energy to keep my face emotionless and my expression blank. She laughs as she suddenly stands up, sauntering to her throne and taking a seat on a red cushion held aloft with briars and branches forced into perpetual spring by her power alone. I see a petal fall from the top of her throne to the ground. “Your flowers are wilting, my Queen.”

&& Juviana, the woman who had earned the title of the Queen of Elf, was looking out of the gazebo that looked exactly like a cave. It was dark. She could hear the sound of the rain. However, she was highly interested in the gazebo that was built inside in the middle of nowhere. It was fascinating to her because this place seemed to be a non-human invasion place. The only reason she was here was that she had heard about the rare flowers that could heal any kind of disease. She didn’t know why she went out of the way to find the flower, but she didn’t regret her decision at all. That was because the flower was so important to her. So, she was hellbent to enter this place.

- Please, don't do anything to hurt me," she pleaded. - Did you know that this is a crime? You would take a rose without asking anyone, you would have your hand ripped off. Besides, this rose isn't valuable to sell because it's plain compared to the other ones full of color. - I said, to observe her reaction. - I thought you would not mind taking a single rose, besides that this rose is not simple, it is a demonstration of strength by remaining beautiful and pure, that is the meaning of the color white purity. Besides, I am not a thief. If you haven't noticed, I'm a queen, I don't need to steal, because I have plenty to spare. - she said, angry at being called a thief. - I am a queen, marrie

“Why do you say that?” Linhua thinks back to the Queen’s reaction when she saw the blonde’s face, and shakes her head. As if her trouble thoughts are making her thirty, she lifts the cup and drowns the rest of the drink inside. “The Queen is obsessed with her,” she says a little too loudly. The door opens just as the words leaves her mouth, and Linhua flies to her feet, while choking on her spit. She stares wide-eyed at the Queen who just emerged from the inner chamber.

Just in time, the queen emerged from her den. Veron strutted toward them, dressed in her usual chiffon office blouse—similar to Flora’s, only louder and flashier. Even her walk mimicked Shelda’s exaggerated sway. “Well, well. Who would’ve thought I’d see that face again—and in my department, no less,” Veron said, grinning wide enough to show every tooth. Flora Amor responded with an equally sharp smile. “Watch your actions, Veron,” Lemuel warned before turning to Flora.

I have a strong hunch that this is the only thing that will point to the real killer of the queen. I started searching, but I still couldn't find any dust or suspicious things mixed in with Heres's mother's belongings. Until the small flower vase centered on the height of the wooden table is noticeable, I walked slowly. I kneeled on my knees and looked carefully at the flower vase. "Strange flower," I whispered to myself. A flower with a unique smell, and its petals are green mixed with blue and shining. "What kind of flower is this? And why are you different from everyone else?"

I caught the sight of her exposed thigh from the slit dress she wore, and I could feel my heart racing faster. I stood up abruptly, presenting the flowers to her as a way of hiding the enormous nervousness I felt. “Sunflowers for a lady who is as beautiful and bright as the sun" “With all pleasure, sire" Natalie said, receiving the flowers. “Thank you so much Maurice, the massage, I feel better now" I kissed her hands while she smelt the flowers. “Let's eat Nat, it's getting late. Tell me about Letticia, your new friend!"

"Yea? It's a lily? What about it?" My answer made him snicker as he turned his head in my direction. "It's not a lily. It's called Elnea. It's a flower tended to by the flora fairies that used to follow Eleanor's orders. The sword was what Eleanor knew how to use the best. Eleanor smells like Elnea." So, the flowery scent I smell on Eleanor is Elnea? "So, it has nothing to do with your glory?"