The Queen's Garden Novels & Stories

Theron stared at her, weighing her words. The hum faded… but something else replaced it. A distant noise carried through the stone corridors, guards shouting, a woman’s gasp, a surge of frantic footsteps. Renna stiffened. “What now?” Theron opened the door, and a messenger nearly collided with him, breathless and pale. “Elder Theron, Renna, the Queen, she, ” “Spit it out,” Renna snapped. “She’s outside!” the guard gasped. “The Queen is in the garden, and she’s not alone.”

Now, they were standing in a world with no walls, no rules, and a Dark Queen standing before them. "The Gardener called us weeds," Selene said, her voice rising, carrying over the wind. "She wanted to prune us. She wanted to make us quiet and pretty. But weeds are the only things that survive when the garden dies. Weeds are the ones who tear down the walls. And I am the Queen of the Weeds." She raised the crown of thorns high. The red light flared, casting long, twisted shadows across the ground. "Kaima has no crown," Selene pointed at me. "She has no fire. She gave it all away to save a man who is already a ghost of a dead era. She gave it away to a machine that tried to delete her. She is

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.

She always had a welcoming aura. Though she didn’t take the place to be her home, it didn’t stop it from being hers. To me and to everyone in this place. And I want her back. I’ll do everything to make sure she comes back. It came like a superpower to her. The ability to make people notice her and warm up to her. She was hospitable. And that would make her the best queen and luna. I stared at the flower that had started to grow. It resembles a small bouquet. Candace has mentioned her worry for how fast it was growing. She said if it keeps going at this rate, the whole house will be covered in weeks.

she said, taking my hands and we headed to the door. The palace garden was a wonderland of natural beauty, bursting with vibrant colors and enchanting scents. The lush green grass was impeccably manicured and extended for acres, inviting visitors to stroll leisurely along its verdant paths. Towering trees of various species and sizes, some ancient and gnarled, others newly planted, created a majestic canopy overhead, filtering the moonlight to create dappled patterns on the ground.

he explained, and I nodded. We continued and then entered the sixth floor. It was an open floor with golden archways, plants, and fountains—an indoor garden. " Al, this is beautiful..." I said, and he nodded. "This area is called the Queen's Garden. It was made after my mother's taste, but I have been changing it over the years for you..." He cupped my cheek, and I nodded, "If you want to change anything in here, just ask, and we will see it done." he finished.

A while ago, in another place. The sound of a rather heavy flap echoed in the garden of the royal palace. The garden was faintly lit in the night since it was mostly lit by the moonlight. Also because Her Majesty, the queen, didn’t plan on spending her evening in this park. If the queen wanted to spend time here, some more lights would be added. But as usual, it was kept by the park lamps, which are small structures resembling the top floor of a pagoda with a single light ball under each of its roof, to help the patrolling guards to navigate the area better.

Eighteen Years Earlier... Morning sunlight bathed the Marcone estate, turning its pale stone walls a warm shade of gold. Perched high above rolling vineyards, the mansion seemed untouched by the world beyond its gates. Roses climbed the terraces. Lavender bordered the stone paths. Ancient olive trees stretched their branches wide, casting long shadows across the gardens. It was the kind of morning that promised nothing but peace. Then a child's laughter drifted across the lawn. Four-year-old Lana Marcone ran barefoot through the grass, her dark curls bouncing as she chased a bright yellow butterfly. Every time she reached for it, the butterfly danced just beyond her fingertips, drifting towa

Irene complimented, there was a slight admiration in her tone. "If you like the garden, you can come here whenever you like. You can accompany me tending the flowers or just admiring them." Queen Alvira said. "Your Majesty grew these flowers herself?" "Of course." Queen Alvira nodded, then shook her head. "It isn't my contribution alone. There are royal gardeners here. They are personally appointed by His Majesty." "His Majesty really cares about Her Majesty, Queen Alvira," Irene said meaningfully. The conversation ended when they arrived at the place where the little party was held. It was similar to a tea party held by European noble ladies. The difference was in the kind of drink they wer

Two years ago she abandoned her plants and three herself wholly into her duties as luna and queen. If she couldn’t provide an heir at least she could be the model queen. Now even that was going to be taken from her. So she decided to go see her plants tonight. The path was still clear but it looked as though no one had walked this far in a while. No one was allowed here except her, it was her little haven. The door was unlocked which surprised her, she thought she would have to break the glass door. To her surprise, she saw Rhode Wales tending to the seedlings on one of the garden beds.