Silk Carnations の小説・ストーリー

At its heart, a soft light began to dissipate, revealing a small, precious stone nestled within. Take it. It is yours. A gentle voice whispered in Sarang’s ears, though no one stood behind him. He froze, staring at the stone—blue and radiant, its lustrous hardness gleaming under the light. Compelled, he reached forward and plucked the stone. A pink petal sprang to life before fading to gold, marking the bloom of the last petal.

“I specialize in the common poppy, AKA the Flanders poppy or corn poppy. Most of the cultivars came from Shirley, England, over a century ago. Not everyone loves them like I do, so they’re a little uncommon today. They’re not really a floral cash crop. “My winning flowers were from the Mother of Pearl line, from the Sir Cedric Morris line, a lost strain from the early twentieth century. The petals have these wonderful smoky, dusky, and silvery shades over an ivory base color.” “They sound amazing,” I managed to say as we rumbled over a rocky path. “Wait until late summer,” she said, swerving us around what looked like a million-year-old placement of several boulders. Then we were in the Zen

They couldn't look away from each other's faces. The garden was decorated with various species of flowers of different colors. From Claire's favorite Frangipanis to Lillies. Hyacinths to Lilacs. Tulips to Buttercups. Periwinkles to cosmos. And lots and lots of gypsophila adding beauty to their surroundings.

she asks, curious. “Yes—roast with fruit and honey. Exactly the way you wanted,” I reply, my chest swelling with pride. She deserves the very best I can give her. “Then let’s go,” she answers, excited. Her eyes gleam with anticipation as she takes my hand. “I told her to leave it on the table outside the castle, near the garden of black-and-red carnations,” I explain as I lead her down the corridor. These past days I’ve noticed how much she loves flowers. Morbóvia has its own varieties—not as brightly colored as those in other realms, but beautiful in their own way. The blood carnation is one of them: petals black with red streaks, elegant and sophisticated, as if painted with blood.

"They look completely dead." "Oh, they aren't dead. They're just incredibly selective," Maeve whispered, her voice dropping to a strange, intense tone. "You see, these aren't regular flowers. They only open up under the direct presence of the ancient, royal Lycan blood lines. The pure blood.“ "Well, Cassian must come down here a lot then," I said, letting my fingertips gently brush against the edge of the closed purple petal. The exact second my skin made contact with the flower, a sudden, blinding flash of silver light erupted from the center of the orchid.

The letter from Seren arrived on a Tuesday, as it always did, but this time it came with a package. Clara unwrapped it in the garden, the winter light pale on the snow-covered stones. Inside the cloth was a small pot, and inside the pot was a cutting—not from the stone flower, not from the memory-flowers in Seren's garden, but from something new. The leaves were not grey-green. They were silver, almost white, and the bud at the tip was the color of winter dawn: pale pink, almost translucent.

Chapter 12: Some Brotherly Conversations: Knight’s P.O.V: I took a closer look at the bouquet of bright pink carnations in my hand and debated on the color choice I’d made. Red would’ve been too bold, too demanding, and I didn’t want Elena to feel trapped. Pink was the better choice and since the industrially bread carnations no longer have any scent in them, it was safe for Elena to keep it in her room…if it didn’t get flung at my face or the trash can, right after I handed them over.

The maidservant probably learned something. The young maidservant cheerfully entered with the flowerpot. Emma glanced at it briefly; it was a pot of lilies. Emma absentmindedly plucked a lily and gently brought it to her nose. She noticed that this wasn't the scent of ordinary flowers; it had an exceptionally unique fragrance. Upon closer examination, these lilies were crafted from silk thread, with gold and silver thread embroidered onto them. Each flower and leaf were adorned with glass beads, faint yellow, light green, or pale pink, subtly hidden within the blossoms, not easily noticeable but capable of making the flowers seem to radiate.

I mumbled under my breath, biting my bottom lip, I turned to get a better view of it, my brow creased together as I walked up to my table, my eyes narrowing as I stood still, staring at the breathtaking bouquet before me. "Who dropped this...?" I leaned in to get a better view, my eyes fixed on the stunning arrangements, the sweet fragrance wafting through my nostrils I stared at it, the delicate petals and lush greens were a feast for the eyes. My hand instinctively wrapped around it as I brought the banquet closer to my face, my eyes darted across it, and that's when I noticed the soft pink carnations and delicate white Alpine roses on it, all perfectly arranged and tied with beautiful ivo