Welcome to Miror

Rosenrot the Prim

Male Reader x Nonbinary Monster

Back when the Kings Rosso and Bianco kept their palaces separate, they each had a rose garden that had been a gift from their father, when he was still alive. The gardens were meant to grow as the young princes grew, eventually tangling together to show the unity between them and how they would rule all of Miror. Unfortunately, the two brothers fought viciously, and that led to a literal separation of the royal palace, including the gardens.

Back in those days, I was a friend and advisor to Rosso. Everyone knows what a temperamental and sensitive person Rosso is, so my job was often to calm him down or talk him off the proverbial ledge. I didn't mind my job; I was good at it, and it was the sort of thing I had always seen myself doing. It had been a job my mother held back in the day, working with the late King and Queen Merah Muda. I already had an understanding with Rosso and knew him quite well, and I was one of the few people who could get through to him.

Even still, I often needed my moments alone. My favorite place to escape was to the garden full of beautiful red roses. I would sit there, maybe eat my lunch, read a book, and let myself be captivated by the bright crimson petals and their soft, gentle scent.

There was a small staff that took care of the garden. A collection of experts who kept the roses well tended to and flourishing. I often saw them running about on this business, knowing that if Rosso saw one blossom out of order, it would garner a harsh reprimand. One of the staff - or, well, not just one of them - was the head gardener, the one who took the most care of the roses, and they were another reason I so enjoyed the rose garden.

Rosenrot is something known as a Prim, a creature who looks more like a plant than anything else. Their head is like one of the red roses in the garden, and their body and limbs are made up of tightly wound vines. Rosenrot is exceptionally beautiful; their petals are the most magnificent shade of red, and a mask-like face is set in the center of the blossom. They are tall and well-built with strong shoulders, elegant limbs, a narrow waist, and long dancer's legs.

I first met Rosenrot ages ago, back when I graduated from University and was coming to take my position in the castle. Rosenrot came to my quarters to present me with a massive bouquet of roses from the garden.

"Congratulations," they told me in a voice like honey. "These are for you, to welcome you to the palace."

I wasn't even looking at the roses, I was so captivated by Rosenrot's beauty. "Yes, thank you." I took the vase into my arms. "This is very kind of you."

Rosenrot chuckled. "These are not from me. Rosso had them sent to you. I simply selected the best blossoms that would welcome you in."

I looked at the roses for the first time, noticing how perfect and beautifully arranged each one was. "You didn't have to go out of your way for that. I would have been happy with any rose."

Rosenrot tapped their finger to the still lips of the mask. "I take pride in my work, and I enjoy showing off how hard I have worked," they replied. "Especially to someone new to the palace."

"Oh," I gasped and sat the vase aside. "I am not new. Only the job is new."

Rosenrot tilted their head to the side. "Oh? Do you mind me asking how you were here before?"

"I don't mind at all." I shook my head. "My mother used to advise the King and Queen, and I grew up here with her. Rosso has always been a friend, so he invited me to return when I graduated from University."

"Oh, so you've known Rosso since he was little." Rosenrot nodded. "I see. So tell me, if it does not get you in trouble..." They leaned in close to me. "Is it true that King Rosso used to be something of a crybaby?"