The Blooming Violet In The Back Garden นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She just had to unlock it and be ready to face whatever the revelation was. The night was all around them now, and the house seemed to be looming over them as they now both stood in front of them. The garden in the back of the house was starting to bloom at the beginning of spring, and the soft scent of the flowers was reaching them where they stood. She looked in the front of the house to the trees that had been trimmed every week for the overgrowth but now had grown wild over the past month or so as there was no one there to care for them.

Nearby, and she was in my way. Her calm expression faltered, replaced by a strained calm. “You can’t afford to lose control, Theodore.” That was true, but I heard the splash of wanted from too far away. My head snapped in the direction of the gardens. I could see the water and moonlight like a vision. Violet’s ring flashed in my mind’s eyes, her fingers digging into soft earth and stone. Violet was in danger. Without another word, I turned and rushed toward the garden’s path. The cool night air hit my face, and the faint sound of a distant scuffle reached my ears.

Following the instructions, Violet went through a long corridor, two sides of which were viola flower gardens and above the road covered with climbing roses with full colors like pink, red,. - Oh my god, this scene is like in a fairy tale, ah no, no, no even when I read fairy tales, I can't see such beautiful scenes. Oh waaa~, roses planted on the trellis above the hallway. The flower fields on both sides are also beautiful, but I think it would be more beautiful if this was a sunflower. – Violet looked dreamily at the flower-filled road, suddenly a voice rang out, making Violet startle. - Well, so it turns out you like sunflowers? – A blond, fair-skinned, and handsome young man appeared nex

Andrea The afternoon sun poured softly over the hospital garden, bathing everything in a warm, golden glow. I loved this time of day, the way the flowers leaned toward the light, the way the air smelled faintly of rain and roses. After weeks of hospital rooms, this garden had become my little escape. Violet sat beside me on the bench, typing away on her phone as usual. She was supposed to be reading out loud to me, but she’d been distracted since we got here.

’ She only shook her head but said nothing, seemingly again fallen into worry—no, it was more like deep thought. ‘Good!’ Muttering, I stepped into the beautiful garden. I passed rows of carefully arranged medicinal plants. Belladonna beside night-blooming violets, wolfsbane kept carefully under wards. I knelt to brush my fingers over a cluster of silverbloom petals, rare and potent in cleansing wounds. For a moment, my heart swelled with quiet triumph. Yet, my peace didn’t last long, when a shattered, gagging noise cut through the silence. And then—a child’s strangled gasp.

The flower’s petals were a deep, velvety violet, their edges kissed faintly with frost. Lila lifted the flower closer to her face and gently inhaled its fragrance. Her eyes fluttered closed for a brief moment. “And everything you see in our garden,” he continued, sweeping a subtle glance around the vast expanse of carefully arranged blooms. “I set up all of it myself.” “Villion, you really went through all that trouble…” Lila said softly. “Any kind of flower would have been fine with me.” Then her gaze drifted past him, drawn to something towering at the edge of their expansive cottage house. Slowly, she turned her body to face it fully.

Past the study door — firmly closed — past the sitting room, toward the terrace doors where morning air slipped into the house carrying the smell of water and something floral she still couldn’t name. She stepped outside. The garden was already busy. Someone had watered the roses; droplets clung to the petals, catching the morning light like tiny glass beads. “Ah,” a voice said behind her. “You survived breakfast.” Oriana turned. Violetta stood at the top of the steps holding a coffee cup, sunglasses pushed up into her hair even though the sun wasn’t strong enough to justify them yet. She looked effortlessly put together in the way people did when they had never once rushed for anything in t

She picked up her crown and wore it. "Are you going out Your Majesty?" The maid asked her. "Yes. I want to buy some things for my garden." Violet revealed candidly. "A garden? But there is no garden in the palace." The maid said in disbelief. "Well, I plan to start. I don't do much here and I easily get bored. I thought having a garden will keep my mind occupied. I would want to continue but I have to enjoy my husband at the table." Violet said as she walked to the door. She turned the handle and left the room.

"Yes... yes... I’m okay. I’m just... I’m just..." His voice trailed off as his eyes fell on a cluster of pink and milk-colored petals shivering in the night breeze. Viburnum. They were the same flowers he had seen in the sprawling garden of the Wellman estate—the garden that had felt like a stolen paradise. He reached out with a trembling hand, his fingertips barely grazing the delicate, cool petals.

I proposed, trying to find a middle ground. Violet's eyes lit up with enthusiasm. "Deal, Mum! What can we do instead?" I pondered momentarily, contemplating an engaging activity that would channel her energy in a positive direction. "How about we create a treasure hunt in the garden? We can make maps, hide clues, and go on an adventure together," I suggested. Violet's smile widened, excitement radiating from her. "That sounds brilliant, Mum! I'll be the pirate captain, and we'll search for buried treasure!"