Spring Day Artinya Novels & Stories

Sutburg was filled with flowers in spring, petals flying toward us in the wind, pink, white, and many other colors. Some flowers landed on my shoulder, and I thought to myself that I had made it through winter. And finally, my spring was here.

I laughed as my hair braided with flowers flowed with my body movements as Arthur sat with a wine in his hand as he stared at me. I took step after step as I danced in front of Arthur whose brow arched as my hip shakes towards him. Whenever he would try to touch me, I would pull back and tease him. The festival of spring meant so many things to the three countries. Westoros was one of them as well as my mother's homeland. Spring meant birth, new life, renewal, everything that has to do with new including vitality. It wasn't dedicated to any god or goddess but the kingdom needed something to have a reason to waste money on food and wine.

Greyson noticed this but thought I was being dramatic. Not long after, Greyson played a piano piece during an arts festival. I was held up by other things, so I gave the crochet flowers to Elise to pass on to him. After the performance, I finished my tasks and rushed backstage. Greyson's voice sounded. "Nicola is inferior to you in everything. Even her taste is worse than yours. These flowers are really ugly. As expected of an adopted child. You're right; an ugly duckling won't ever become a swan!"

"Get up, my queen. You need to start preparing for the Spring Festival!" "Diana, my dear, what's all this about a spring festival?" I inquired, my curiosity piqued as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. With a warm smile, Diana replied, "Your Majesty, the Spring Festival is a joyous tradition in our kingdom. it is a celebration of renewal, where the people come together to revel in the beauty of the changing season. We honor the blooming flowers, the return of warmth, and the promise of new beginnings."

* Back then, I was standing engrossing at the painting admiring how beautiful it was on the wall where it was hanged. A man had noticed my interest and approached me. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” he asked, grinning. “Been staring at it for quite a while.” “Yes,” I replied, almost lost in thought. “It makes me think.” “Oh yeah?” he said, curious. “Think about what?” “It feels like spring,” I replied, searching for the right words. “But it also feels like…winter. It’s like spring has frozen over.” The man chuckled, nodding. “You know, you’re not far off. The title of this piece is ‘Frozen Spring.’” *