♛ | ❛ —————– THE AROMA WAS PUNGENT AS it assaulted her nostrils, FLORAL, as if SPRING was bursting through a harsh WINTER, attempting to overcome its deathly, frozen tendrils. each petal held such BEAUTY, so DELICATE, so CAPTIVATING, untainted by the world’s rampant SICKNESS. she could sense her on them, the QUEEN’S palm hovering over the display in the desolate hall, seizing a small bouquet. her grip tightened, careless to the thorns that marred her flesh, warm crimson trickling down cool porcelain. a snow white petal was plucked from the blooming center & swiftly crushed to a fine ash, the rest wilting with a simple enchantment. vibrant colours soon faded into decay, stilettos grinding what remained into the floor before her voice bellowed to the nearest servant.
❛ cleanse this floor & fetch me a rag.
——– NOW ! ❜