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Blanchfleur the Prim

Female Reader x Nonbinary Monster

I have worked for Bianco ever since I was a teenager. When I first started painting, he was my first customer, and ever since he has kept me as artist-in-residence on his side of the palace. Growing up, my mother had been an adviser to the King and Queen, a role which my brother now takes for Rosso.

Ever since Bianco and Rosso split the palace, I have stayed with Bianco, and have barely seen my brother in all these years. Still, I very much love my job here at the palace. I love the work I do, which is not just restricted to my painting skills. I am also in charge of decorating, designing the uniforms as well as Bianco's wardrobe, and I assist Bianco with his makeup.

But all this brings us to a moment I never expected to happen. The palace was unified again after a certain girl came into our lives. Primrose not only wooed both Bianco and Rosso, but she was able to bring the brothers back together, healing their old wounds as well as the divided castle. Now a wedding is taking place. Bianco and Rosso are both marrying Primrose, so my life has never been more hectic.

I have been arguing at length with Rosso's artist-in-residence for days, both of us having clashing ideas for how to design the wedding. I was at wit's end dealing with such an immovable force, but then I was approached by the gardener of the red roses. Prims have always been beautiful to me; my exact aesthetic of dangerous beauty mingled with such an innocent softness. Rosenrot was exceptionally tall, especially to someone petite and under five feet in height like me. Their body was a mix of flowering vines, topped by a mask-like face surrounded by bright red rose blossoms the size of my head.

"I am looking for the artist-in-residence here," Rosenrot says with a bow. "Little girl, can you help me find her?"

I grimace at them. "I am who you are looking for."

Rosenrot straightens up like a shot. "Oh! Do forgive me! Yves did not warn me that you were so dainty, Lady Alisabethe."

"My brother?" I ask.

"He sent me to speak with you," Rosenrot replies. "He and I are, well..." they chuckle shyly. "Your brother and I are becoming extremely close."

"You're my brother's partner?" I say with a smile. "I knew we had similar taste." I giggle. "Anyway, how can I help you?"

"My sibling is the gardener of the White Roses, and we are both in a bit of a predicament." Rosenrot laces their fingers together. "Both sides have ordered one thousand of my red roses, while Blanchefleur has an order for one thousand of their white roses."

"There won't be a rose left in the entire garden!" I gasp. "I'd rather have no roses at the wedding than see an empty garden!"

"That is our conundrum," Rosenrot says. "Blanchefleur and I have both suggested painting some of the roses from various other gardens around the city. But we have no way of getting enough of them in time."

"Painting the roses?" I gasp.

"There is a white rose maze near the Chess Board, and they have agreed to sell us the flowers. But then we need someone to paint them red. I have been told you are a skilled maestro with a brush."

"Why not Chesterfort, the artist-in-residence on your side?" I ask.

"He's mean, and he stabs when he paints." Rosenrot does the motion in the air, and I understand right away why I have been asked. "Blanchefleur wanted me to ask you; white to red."

"Painting the roses red," I murmur under my breath. "I suppose if there isn't any other option. But there is one thing - it'll be easier to paint the roses if they're still on the bush."