Spring's Promise Camellia Novels & Stories

"We recently got in touch again." Kaya made a sound of an acknowledgment. She nodded her head and winked at him. "Well, I have to go. I'll call you later, Mia," Kaya promised as she waved at us and walked away. ###

“She’s confirmed the delivery schedule for the weekend. We’ll have white hydrangeas and garden roses for the ceremony, olive branches for the reception tables, and—” “Olive branches,” Madelin repeated softly, her voice barely audible above the road noise. “Peace. I like that. It’s symbolic.” “Yes,” I said, smiling at her tone. “I wanted something that felt simple, meaningful, and not too formal. Damian agreed—it should feel like a promise, not a performance.” “That’s what love should feel like,” Madelin murmured. She turned her face toward the passing landscape, her profile carved by sunlight. “A promise, not a performance.”

Camellia came out of her seat; she was tired of arranging flowers, and as she stood up, she saw a beautiful woman who seemed to be pregnant. "What flowers are you looking for, dear?" Camellia tried to greet the beautiful woman. "Black roses," Tessa said with some hesitation. Camellia was silent. No one had been looking for that flower all this time; only one person was always looking for black roses, namely Sophia. The woman Peter loved his son, and Peter was the first to ask Camellia to plant the very first black rose. Camellia had refused for reason that the black flower did not make many people interested in buying it, but, finally, Peter himself planted it and took care of it.

For eighteen years, my wife, Elizabeth Connerty, never once reached out to her first love, Lucas Ryder. She committed herself fully to me and cooked warm meals for me. She attended every parent-teacher conference for our daughter. She carefully planned our family trips year after year. That was how we lived—quietly, steadily, and happily—for eighteen years. But after our daughter celebrated her eighteenth birthday, I turned to Elizabeth and said, "Let's get a divorce." She stood in the doorway of our daughter's bedroom, staring at me in stunned silence. I added calmly, "When our daughter was born, you promised me that once she turned eighteen, we would divorce."

Leah took a deep breath of the fresh and mixed-up scent of flowers. She looked at the counter and saw a young boy. Maybe he was a part-timer. Leah looked around the shop until her eyes halted on the specific flower pot. She was surprised to see a white Camellia which she had never seen before in this shop, there was not only white Camellia but red and pink too. He walked towards the counter while she just leaned against the wall beside the entrance door as she folded her arms on her chest waiting for him to set her free.

Camellia’s eyes lingered on the sleeping face in front of her as she gently stroked the hand at the side of the body and she hummed a lullaby of memory. “My voice is so ugly,” she said softly, sounding a little disappointed. “I’m going to practice so that I can sing even more melodiously.” Camellia raised her little finger in the air with a perfectly relinquished smile, while teary eyes held tightness in her chest. After waiting for a minute, Camellia’s hand was again on her lap, because no one returned her pinky promise. She lowered her head and said; “When you get out of here, I will take you out for a walk. Get well soon so we can get together again.”

Standing beside the camellia and touching its flowers carefully. "What did he say? Why did he send us a camellia?" Rita asked her, she stood from the bed and walked towards Rita. Hoisting her dress as she moves towards the pot of camellia. Petting her head and with a small smile looked at the camellia as she remember what Colfre said in the letter. "He said that the night is cold and that we should stay warm, the place he had been staying is quite peaceful and he remembers us by these camellias thus he sends it to us." Morrigan brushed Rita's nose with her finger which makes Rita giggle and hugged Morrigan. Morrigan hugged the child back.

"You can be such a brat you know. But I love you anyway. Just be out front waiting for me." Takeyasu ended the call and began to do the research he needed for Akiaya. He decided to send her the wrong flowers for two weeks to her office. On the last day he wanted them to send her several dozen bouquets of her favorite flowers. Time went by slowly as he waited for Takamasa to show up. He managed to find twelve flowers he planned on sending her. Aster, Pink camellia, Red camellia, White carnation, White clover, Gardenia, Heliotrope, Blue hyacinth, White jasmine, Morning glory, Yarrow, Red rose, and Lavender. He went into his notes to jot down the flowers and their meanings. Then decided to send

Sunflower maybe? Yet wait where petals curl. This clue is so vague. Does he know how many flowers have curled petals? I'll just check all, I guess. I walked towards the closest flower and looked around it. They were Camellias. I looked around it and it and got a pack from it. They were seeds sure enough but not Sunflower seeds. They were Lavender seeds. I opened it to check if there was a poem in it. I pulled it out and read: "Soft fragrance drifts where you may go,

I smiled and bowed at her before leaving the library. Born to a Royal family was not a cake walk. We're taught to abide by our elder's wishes. And here it was about the promise my late grandfather made to Queen Camellia. Or'bloem is a comparatively small monarchy than Falcovia. And the only way to get back the throne of Orbloem is to marry Rosaleigh. I am a Royalty and fulfilling my grandfather's promise is my duty. I'll fulfill a NOBLE PROMISE. ***