Queen's Garden Novels & Stories

The palace garden was a masterpiece. King Aldric had designed it himself, a circular wonder of concentric rings, each row bursting with flowers of a different color; crimson roses, white lilies, purple violets, golden marigolds. They spiraled inward toward a grand fountain at the center, where a marble statue of the Luna, Queen Selene, stood draped in flowing stone robes, her face lifted toward the sky. It was said the King had commissioned it in the first year of their marriage, obsessed with capturing her beauty. The garden was his gift to her. And his warning to everyone else: She is mine.

"I'll lead the way." In silence, we walked out of the front wings of the manor and headed to the central garden. Once we finally reached the gate, I greeted the guards on duty there before we walked down the stairs, to the dark alley of the Olcan dungeon lighted by electricity. Of course, we weren't really that ancient. As I'd said before, the whole territory was renovated. It was still early in the morning but I haven't sleep yet since yesterday. The cold air of the pre-winter weather matched with my tense body, beating the warmth of my skin.

The entire kingdom had gathered to witness the union of their beloved rulers, Roberick and Cynthia. The garden, meticulously adorned for the celebration, was a vision of natural elegance. A grand arch of entwined ivy and blossoms stood as the entrance to the ceremonial area. The path leading to it was lined with fresh flower petals, creating a fragrant carpet that crunched softly underfoot. At the heart of the garden, an intricately woven aisle extended, flanked by rows of wooden chairs adorned with delicate floral arrangements. The seats were filled with citizens of Avondale, their faces filled with anticipation and joy, each person bearing witness to the love story that had defined their k

Then, the hedges come into view, and they are also immaculate. “You should see the garden in the back of the castle. There’s a labyrinth, several fountains, and all kinds of beautiful flowers, especially roses. The queen loves—loved—roses.” He clears his throat, and I can’t tell if it’s sorrow at having mentioned the late queen that makes him do so or something else. “I’d love to see that,” I tell him as we pull up in front of a huge building made of the same white marble that the gate supports were made from.

The Queen was seated by the window again, tracing the frame absently with her fingers, humming a soft tune she didn’t seem to recognize. “Your Majesty,” Nyssa said gently, “would you like to take a walk?” The Queen turned to her, her pale eyes distant but kind. “A walk?” “Yes,” Nyssa smiled. “The air will do you good.” After a moment, the Queen nodded. “Alright.” Nyssa helped her up, wrapping a shawl around her shoulders. Together, they walked through the quiet hallway and into the garden where Elder Albert was waiting near the old stone fountain When the Queen saw him, she paused. Albert’s eyes softened instantly, his usual calm gone, replaced by something raw and unguarded.

The woman assured before cupping her daughter's cheeks and pecking her forehead softly. The mother faces Isabella with a sad look. "Mama loves you, my piccolo fiore." She whispers, both of them closing their eyes as their faces become drenched with tears. [Translation: my little flower] After what seemed like eternity, the woman had finally gained the courage to separate herself from her child. She stood up, making sure to close the closet doors in hopes of hiding her daughter's location. Isabella was able to peek through the small crack of her closet. Her eyes following her mother's figure with a longing glance as her hands cover her mouth, trying to silence her own sobs. Stifling her cries

--- LATER THAT NIGHT – THE GARDEN I found her standing alone beneath the white-flowered tree in the Queen’s Garden. Her dress was lavender. Her cloak was fur-lined. Her face was as calm as ever. “Your Majesty,” she said sweetly when she noticed me. “How thoughtful of you to visit my garden.” “This garden belongs to the crown,” I said, my voice low. “And I’m the crown now.” Her lips curved. “Are you?” I stepped closer. “Drop the pretense,” I snapped. “Why are you really here?” “I missed the weather,” she said with mock innocence.

Another man was standing there watering the flowers. She quickly ran out to go find him, but before she could open the door, she remembered she had never stepped out of the room since she got married. What a waste, she sat down thinking of the mysterious man. She stood back slowly, looked at the garden hopping to meet her eyes with the man, but it was the other Gardner, she gazed at him asking him where the man went with signs, she was being careful no one to notice her, the gardener with a lot of respect he bowed down his head, it was a sin to look direct to the eyes of the queen or the king

A weeping willow tree stands over to the right side of the pond, making that particular area appear mystical and enchanted, perfect for a romantic rendezvous. We scour every inch of the garden but find nothing – my mate. It's like a treasure hunt. Every time we get closer, the scent moves to a different location. 7:45 pm hits, and a servant enters the garden announcing that the hosts, King Alpha and Queen Luna, will be giving a toast at 8:00 pm and requests the guests to start gathering in the ballroom. The sun has set completely, and the garden is illuminated by spotlights showing beautiful landmarks and Victorian post lamps set along the pathways. Somehow, this garden became even more ma

The sun dances over the edge of the shiny rocks lined on the borders of the lake. Red chrysanthemums litter the place, kissing the feet of the passerby. Women and girls are gathered around the place scattered in bunches, whispering, murmuring the questions that run through their heads. The main being - Why did Queen call us? I clear my throat as I walk to the center of the garden. Eyes shoot up in my direction filled with questions. Nervous.