I rolled my dice and Fate chose Plants, so, here is my drabble prompted by the word Plants. Please read, review, and enjoy!
The queen had always possessed a strong affinity for going barefoot on the grass. Often she and the king would walk together in that manner in the secret gardens of the palace; or lay on the soft, sweet lawn whispering lover's secrets and laughing for no reason at all; or dance light heartedly, trampling with abandon the slender shafts beneath their soles.
Now, however, life was different. The queen was gone. Grass, it seemed, had lost all softness. The world had lost all softness. His kingdom was deep underground now where nothing grew. The Greenwood was dying, and the only thing beneath his feet was the cold, hard stone.
