A/N: Hi! All right, everyone, I am sad to say that this is *SOB* the last chapter. This one will be short and sweet, like the last one. Thank you all so much for reading my story!

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Martin signed his name on a new sheet of parchment. Rolling it up carefully and tying a piece of scarlet ribbon around it, he glanced out of the window at the Abbey grounds. It was a day of perfect and absolute beauty. The sun shone warmly down on the land beneath. Hundreds of flowers bloomed in its cheerful light. Martin gazed at the fields as an idea formed in his mind. Fields and fields of flowers… He stood up and made his way down the stairs and out onto the Abbey grounds.

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Martin wandered through the fields of blossoms, scrutinizing each flower thoroughly. He searched throughout the meadow, silently approving some flowers, shaking his head at others. He examined every leaf, every delicate petal of each blossom. Finally he came upon one that could not be more perfect. A stunning rose, every petal as red as a sunset. He gently plucked it from the ground and slipped it under the ribbon with which he had tied his note.

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Rose slowly opened the door to her dormitory. Sighing, she contentedly sat down on her bed. Her hand brushed against something as she did so. Curiously, Rose picked up a piece of parchment tied with a red ribbon. She caught her breath as she removed a red rose from underneath the ribbon. Gazing at it, she knew she had never seen a rose like it, nor would she see one so perfect again. She deftly untied the ribbon and unrolled the parchment. She recognized the handwriting immediately. As she read the letter, a smile slowly dawned on her face. Rose opened her door again and stepped out into the corridor. She joyfully descended the Abbey stairs. When she reached the bottom, she saw Martin, waiting for her, a smile on his face.