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Blanchfleur the Prim: Part Two

Nonbinary Reader/Monster x Nonbinary Monster

Before I met my wife, there was another. Working in the gardens of the royal palace, I came across my fair share of people who wandered through the roses, admiring their beauty and perfume, or simply wanting to escape the bickering of the royal family. I've been around for a long time, since Bellerophon was king and Merah Muda had brown hair.

But before Alise came into my life and made it new, there was someone else I found amongst the roses. Someone I loved very dearly, and for a time made me never want to love again.

There was a time in Miror when the weather was constantly overcast, murky, and shrouded in mist. The usual color of the land was dimmed and the bright hues were toned with gray. The ground was constantly soggy and muddy, and the gardens were suffering for it. My roses were drooping and sad. The land wasn't so much flooded as it was oversaturated; the air, the walls, the ground, were sodden. And much like a cake, all of Miror was sagging under this extra moisture.

Usually, at this point in the year, the palace was full of all sorts of flowers. Every table had its own bouquet of roses, and it didn't matter where the table was placed. But now the castle was quite empty, and even though the prince had just been born and celebration was in order, there were not enough roses in the garden for even a single bouquet.

"Such a sad thing," Bellerophon sighed as he took a tour of the garden. "All this damp, and even the roses are fed up with it."

"I have tried everything, sir, but we need the sun!" I motioned to the clouds above us. "Without the sun, there is nothing I can do. Even I am growing weaker without it." I placed my hands over my chest and gazed up at the graying sky. "I try my hardest, but some days I cannot find the energy."

"You need not explain things to me, Blanchefleur. I think we are all feeling the effects of this horrible weather." He glanced down at me with a gentle smile. "You do not need to push yourself to work hard if you are not feeling well."

"But the garden will suffer once the sun returns. I am trying to keep it from growing too damp! It can lead to rot, or worse." I started to fret, but I calmed myself down. "I just feel terrible that the new prince is not surrounded by roses!"

Bellerophon smiled. "We will be his entire life, and no need to worry about it now. Although the scent of roses might help mask the stench of his diapers." His nose crinkled at the thought. "He goes through a lot."

"At least he has his health," I tittered.

"I take little Rosso and Bianco as much as I possibly can, but I know my poor Merah Muda is dealing with more than she lets on." He sighed and folded his hands behind his back. "I would so love for some good weather to brighten her mood."

"Is she not feeling well?" I asked with worry.

Bellerophon's face took on a look of anguish. "Her health is good, physically, but it's the mental I worry about. Ever since the twins were born, I worry. I know a body goes through many things after birth, and I cannot help but worry she is not telling me everything." He sighed heavily, then lifted his chin. "Sorry, I didn't mean to start going on about my problems."

"Quite alright, sir." I bowed my head. "If you ever need to complain, no one better to talk to than a rose."

Bellerophon smiled at me. "I appreciate it. If we were to bring some light back into the palace, what could we do?"

"Paper flowers might help," I suggested. "I have seen them during the fairs. Craftsmen will make giant roses from paper and fabric. Perhaps you could find such a person and have them make paper bouquets for the palace until the sun returns."