I looked at the labyrinth of the garden of the palace from afar, a distant gem of wonder and beauty. Maybe it was just Bloodrose, or maybe it was just the special night, but everything in that place looked even more perfect now in this time.
There was a cold light that was casted on the colorful flowers, their colors sleeping but their beauty still shining. Earlier, it was the sunshine’s beautiful offspring for the palace. Tonight, it was that offspring’s colder but more elegant sister. I felt goosebumps in my arms as I flew and circled around.
It was a good thing that my wings felt natural. Having the rose’s thorns would have been good as poetic pain, but to have it as the first reason to bleed in the palace would be a shame.
“Why are we going to the garden again?” I ask Lucia, my voic
