My little cruentus rose

1: My Chrysanthemum

She was my world. My one true love- my Christy. I fell in love with her at 18 years of age and she became my bride when I was 22. She was incandescent. She had great white wings that had flecks of gold which shimmered in the morning light. A beautiful contrast to my crimson ones. She had beautiful coral coloured hair that flowed to her waist, she tried to hide her beautiful figure from me but I could never let her. Christy's figure was that of an angel, slim with elegant curves dipping in and out in the most enchanting ways. She used to pick flowers in a field not far from the edge of our castle walls but we still road horseback there. Both she and I had wings yet it was far less tiresome to make a noble white steed heed our weight than us. We would sit in the field for hours and she would pick a different flower every time she swept her fingers through them. She would turn to me and ask the names of the flowers. Her favourites were Chrysanthemums as the colour matched her hair and her name was close to it. I always told her she was my Chrysanthemum. She laughed at this and said I would be a fool for thinking her anyone else's. At the age of 25 she gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. We named her Bianca as white wings were the dominant colour between us. Black and white always hold the dominance. It is said that one day a white winged and black winged shall give birth to a child to be named ash. He has wings of black and white that bleed from one to the other. Or so the legend says. None mattered to us as she was born into royalty meaning she has a form of popularity, this would probably be worse if she were to marry a black winged. Christy soon fell ill from the exaughstion and died knowing she was loved by myself and Bianca. We had a funeral and buried her with Chrysanthemums growing out of her gravestone. The words- In loving memory of Kristin Headsgrove,wife to the king and mother to Bianca Headsgrovev were engraved into the stone.
Little did I know, raising Bianca on my own would be a challenging task.

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Hello there. This is chapter one, it's very short but yk oh well. Word count 412.

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