A/N: Written for the Mega Prompts Challenge, word prompts 153 – natural.
Grave of White Flowers
The field of white flowers looked more beautiful from the air than anything else. Maybe because it was a remnant of the old world, because it framed the ruins of the graves of the family that should, by all rights, still rule –
And his father was the one responsible for removing that family from the throne. He was responsible from removing the flowers as well. From removing the peace and tranquillity that had existed there. Romeo had been too young to ride his flying steed back then, but he still remembered a world that was covered in those beautiful white flowers. But now, the only time he could see them was from a distance framing forbidden grave.
But it was still the most beautiful thing in the world, and he couldn't help thinking that. Even if it went against what his father had fought for.
Romeo knew his father had been wrong – was still wrong. He knew that, and so did the noble horse he rode upon. The both of them yearned for those white flowers, for that old family that had peacefully ruled instead of the current face of oppression.
But the flowers were far away, and he could never smell or touch them, in this world. And, one day, the wilderness would fail to retain them, and those last remnants of the old peace would fade as well.