Once upon a time, there was a big kingdom which thrived because of the famous white roses that grew effortlessly around the main city. Their smell was bewitching and monarks from many places travelled to get to smell them fresh. To no one's surprise, they became very popular and a sign of beauty and wealth, and were said to have magical properties. Because of this, a strange tradition started taking place where the newborns of high class families were given "rose water" even before their mother's milk.
The rulers of the city already had two very promising kids, the oldest was the heir to the throne, a boy, and next there was the scholar of the royal family, the daughter, but there was a third one on the way. The queen was a superstitious and stern woman who became fixed with the idea that her little boy had to drink the water of the rose with the purest shade of white. The king was a ruthless ruler but a complacent husband, and sent many of his men to look for this rose as the day of the birth came closer and closer.
Finally, a flower that met the queen's standars appeared just the night before, and it was succesfully prepared for the ocacion. Sadly, the prince was born dead. His mother was destroyed and ordered that he was given the rose water anyways. A bright light blinded everyone in the room, and the boy started crying. It was magic, a miracle, but soon the family realized that something was wrong.
The little prince refused to eat and whould vomit any food that was given to him that wasn't roses. In the beginning it was strange, but little by little the family and the servants came to understand that giving the kid roses for breakfast, lunch and dinner was the only way to keep him alive.
The kid grew up and with him, the size of his plates of food. Not even the big and fetile kingdom that he was brought in could stand his needs, and bit by bit, the flowers became rarer and rarer untill there weren't any left. The prosperity of the kingdom was long gone and the family of this prince fell ill to an unknown disease. First, it was the father, then his mother followed, aswell as his older brother. The sister of the prince, however, went away before this and dodged the illness. The rest of the kingdom, did not.
All of them died not long after, leaving the little prince unafected in an empty kingdom with a body that needed an extinct flower to be sustented. However, he couldn't die. He first got skinny, so skinny that he looked like just skin and bones. Like this, he walked in the kingdom, watching the corpses in the houses and the small rooms of his 'followers'. His skin then got green and started decaying. Like this, he explored the castel's many halls, floors and bedrooms. In the end, he turned blue and his joints started to be quite dificult to move, so he stayed in his room surrounded by the sprouts of tiny plants that he thought were roses.
Waiting for someone to save him, he rotted away. But his consciense stayed. It stuck to the castle, most importantly, it stuck to the garden. Forever wandering for its food.
