This story takes place a few days after Flauvic turned into the golden wood tree. I am writing in 3rd person because I believe only the author has the right to write in 1st person. Now without further ado, my story;

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Mel smiled as she observed a small ladybug landing on a red rose. Her interest then transferred to the rose resting in a bottle half filled with water. Her smile deepened and she escaped a sigh as she once again reached across the table to smell it's beautiful scent. Nee, who knew something about roses had told her it was from a bush known as 'The Fortune Teller.' Nee did not need to tell her the red rose's meaning.

'Love.'

It had been a few days after the turmoil was over. Court was once again restoring to order, yet still there was no King. Vidanric did not want to claim the title unless it was with Mel as his Queen, and before he could do that he wanted time to spend with her without public speculation. The rest of the court could learn about Mel and Vidanric in due time, but first they needed their privacy.

Shaking her head to escape the memories of picnics and moonlight strolls with Vidanric, Mel extended her arm as Moira tied the ribbon fastenings of her sleeves. Her dress was that of ribbons tied in various places to accent her attractive shape. Most were around the waist area, but there was one on each side of the dress below the sleeve. On the sleeve itself there were three.

"Just leave the lace alone on the tips of the sleeve Moira, it looks prettier with the fabric flowing out rather then bunched up with a bow beside it." Mel tried to stifle a small laugh. Who was she kidding? She just wanted to hurry up and get out of there so she could meet up with Vidanric for their lovely boat ride along the lake. Grabbing her fan she sort of walked and jogged to a small river where she and Vidanric had planned to escape for the afternoon to get away from all the work they've had of regaining the kingdom.

Upon arrival she spotted a man and women speaking with one another. Confused as to whether she should give them privacy, or stay somewhat close for when Vidanric came, the lady turned to look at her.

"My lady," It was Nessaren, "Lord Shevraeth sends his deepest apologies and a short message that he will not be able to see you till tomorrow."

Taken aback Mel was struck speechless for a while. "But, why? Has something come up? We've mostly taken care of this mess, and there shouldn't be any real important problems anymore. Is he alright?"

Ness pursed her lips. "I don't rightly know what it is myself my lady. A group of elderly men appeared at court today at the last moment and demanded a private meeting with him. They seemed quite urgent and lord Shevraeth, hesitant at first, seemed to realize something and granted their demands."

Mel frowned a bit feeling just a bit rejected, she almost turned to leave but stopped at the last moment. "Could you-"

Before she could finish she heard a loud noise behind her, and then both the man and Ness had pulled her to the ground, one covering her mouth. The man rolled away to a nearby bush and slowly crept out of view. Nessaren had raised her head a few inches, while Mel turned to notice the arrow implanted in the root of a tree a few feet from her.

A hooded man took that moment to appear out of nowhere and strike Nessaren on the head. Mel was able to let out a feeble cry before she to was struck, and soon passed out

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I have nothing much to say, just that if you send me a review with any questions I'll try to reply without giving away to any plot or future plan.

-Evil Oni (me)