Whoa, this goes te all o' us who are still lookin' fer our Prince Charmin' *sighs* (pirate charmin' in some cases *sweatdrops*…)
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~ Love is like a bed of roses,
there are many thorns.
The path to true happiness lies
in learning to avoid the thorns, while enjoying the roses.~
Lillian Carol Russel
Chéve~feuille
(Honeysuckle). Bonds of Love
~ Prologue. Iris ~
Every person has a garden in his/her heart.
In fact, people themselves were like flowers to her, tiny buds that would bloom and become splendid blossoms if loved and cherished as they deserved. There was the old lady of the bakery, a withering zinnia who still kept in her smile some of the beauty she had once had; the small shoe-shine boy that worked down the road, who made her think of a buttercup, with his golden hair and his slender form; the elder sister of the people who lived in the mansion next to her small stand, an ivory rose that stood proud and lonely in her solitude, her intelligent eyes and quick remarks like sharp thorns.
With her feet caked in mud, hair kept in its place with a piece of cloth and wearing just a worn dress of faded blue hues, she sold dreams for a penny, locking human desires into flower buds and giving them out with a smile, always cheerful, always merry.
No one knew where she'd come from, nor how old she was or where she exactly lived; the only thing the people in Jichia Road knew about the girl with green eyes was that she was at the corner of the street every morning at seven o'clock, her little stand filled with freshly-cut flowers. She had been there for years now, since she was a small kid that could barely sell the scented blossoms to the passers-by, her honey-gold tresses framing her childish heart-shaped face making her look like a little angel eternally smiling.
In the dirty streets of Arzas, the Imperial City, she was another lost soul who had grown up in the shadows of poverty, in alleys with rats and mice as her neighbours; her parents lost long ago, her grandmother was her only living relative, and she had already noticed that the light in the old woman's eyes was starting to fade.
She was one of the hundreds, thousands of children, sons and daughters of the street dust, for whom nobody would move a finger to help her, not a single tear would be shed if she suddenly disappeared.
The flower girl they called her, an entity with no name, but that didn't mean that she remained unnoticed in Jichia Road.
It was one of the most elegant parts of the town, with houses made of white and pink marble, and fountains that sang crystalline melodies from behind the tall fences that hid lush green gardens. A painful reminder of what abysmal social differences there were in Arzas, where the rich could squander their money in building mansions, and spend their time in the theatre, the opera, the horse races or the bathhouses.
She dreamed of the day she would be able to lead that kind of life. At night, awaken by her grandmother's coughs and grumbles, she would lie on her mattress, listening to the chirping crickets outside their small hut by the riverside and imagining what it would be like.
And her eyes shone with delight as she pictured a dazzling prince in her mind, golden hair and blue eyes, who would sweep her in his arms and take her to his castle, to his garden full of thousands of colours and scents yet to discover and love.
She had lived seventeen years waiting for her prince to come, but her hopes hadn't vanished yet; in every smile she gave, in every flower she sold, a piece of her heart went with it, a mute prayer in her emerald orbs. Find me, look inside me. Love me.
She was the finest flower of her
stand, a lonely iris that had survived a hundred storms and still believed
in wishes coming true. Hitomi, the flower girl with no surname, who fought
for a future in a world that had turned its back on her since the moment
of her birth.
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~ Tbc
AN/ Gyah! Short prologue, I know I know… the next chapter will be up in three days ^_^… at the beginnin' I had thought o' writin' it a one-shot, but it came alive an' ye know how that is -_- it's like with children, once they're out o' control there's nothin' ye can do to stop it -_-UU… I hope ye do like it, I sure had lots o' fun, even though I was stressed xD… when I finally found the time te write it, I had only a week and two days te write it all before the time limit *groans* an' that means, goin' te bed veeery late eeeev'ry day… so aye aye, ye who ye know who ye are, feel proud, look what I've undergone fer ye! *grins*…
Oops, nearly forgot… *puts hands
up* don't sue, I 'ave no money *sighs* an' I still don't own Esca… I'm
askin' it fer Christmas though, so that I can skip the damn disclaimer
-_-U…