Royalty Roses Novels & Stories

said Rose. “I know! Why is this wedding that was fixed on a whim so grand?” asked Seth. “I… I don’t know!” replied Rose, stunned. Red was her favourite colour. Her father had made sure that she always had rose plants in the garden. They both loved tending to roses together. When Lucas fell ill, Ursa and Vanessa made sure they uprooted every rose plant. Vanessa hated roses because they made her jealous. Rose was the Woolridge princess, and she was not. So, why was the whole hall decorated with every variety of rose there was?

“Try to sleep. Tomorrow’s busy. Father’s hosting a charity gala.” “Charity?” In this house, the word felt counterfeit. “You’ll be serving champagne,” he continued. “Wear flats, you’ll be on your feet.” His gaze softened, almost apologetic. “Take care, Inés.” It was the first time he’d said her name. She swallowed the odd flutter in her chest. “Good night, Alonso.” He descended the grand staircase, footsteps fading into hush. Inés pivoted, north wing, maids’ quarters.

- 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

She asked. "It's rose essential oil, extracted from red rose flowers from the Imperial garden, if you love it we could make more for your everyday bath." "Do you only make roses? Are the other types?" "Yes, your highness, the imperial garden has many flowers. Tulips, osmanthus, rose, sunflowers, and hibiscus. All flowers are always available." "I would love to visit there, will you take me?" "Yes, we're your maids, we are assigned to go take you anywhere you want and always be at your service."

“Throw the lilies away.” “It's not lilies.” He brought it closer. “It's just a single rose.” A rose? I took it from him, gasping as I saw the white rose. This was one of the rarest flowers in all the kingdom. The Lucrania Blackthorn Rose. I brought it out of the packaging, taking a sniff. My heart skipped, stomach fluttering. Rain and Cedar. This was from Vaelor.

I hated her as much as she hated me, that one was for sure. When I stepped out of the elevator on our floor, there on my desk was a bouquet. Roses. Not red roses. The color was more of a peach color. Eyes wide in wonder, I reached for the flowers, feeling the dense petals between my fingers. Real roses. And not just any rose, it was the Juliet rose. I whipped out my phone quickly, searching for the current cost. Fifteen million dollars per bulb. "Fifteen!" I gasped, cradling the flowers to my chest. "There has to be like fifty roses in here!"

His upright figure and strikingly handsome face appeared flawless against the backdrop of blossoms, causing Sophie's breath to catch in her throat. "I'm sorry, it took me so many years to find out that you like multiflora roses." Cedric's hoarse but gentle voice softened Sophie's heart. In her youth, her mother had once questioned her preference for tenacious multiflora roses over elegant tulips or lilies. She had simply replied that she liked them, offering no further explanation. However, only she understood the deeper significance behind her fondness for multiflora roses: their symbolic meanings. Pink multiflora roses represented purity, while burgundy red ones symbolized the vow of unwav

“Mr. Sterling, the flowers you picked this time are nice! They’re worth fifty bucks a small bunch. Last time, we picked so many and only got fifty something.” Tiesto glanced at the bouquet in her hands—worth nearly $1,400, imported from the Netherlands. The roses were a rare premium variety called Red Naomi, grown in limited quantities. If he told her the truth, Ella would surely worry and lose her appetite. He nodded. “Not bad.” Ella looked him over. Though his clothes were plain, his style was impeccable, and his aura was extraordinary. Having a man like him accompany her on something as trivial as picking flowers felt like a gross waste of talent.

The little brother next to him flattered. Prince Long grunted and took out a large bunch of roses from the backseat, red, orange, red, green, blue and purple in every color. Gathering so many different colors of roses was obviously costly, but together they were indescribably vulgar, as if they were a bunch of dyed plastic products.

Finn’s hands shook a little, and with eyes open as wide as golf balls, his wallet dropped to the ground. He has already heard of roses costing around three to four hundred dollars. Although he had heard about rose bouquets going up to four hundred dollars, it was his first hearing of one that cost more than a cool one grand! Finn was utterly stunned. “What’s the matter with you, Finn? They reserve these especially for the wives of several countries leaders. The petals of these roses are tremendously tender and silky, professionally cultivated before they were planted. When done properly, these roses can live for more than three months without withering. I believe they should be worth at leas