In Zapolyarny Palace's meeting hall
No One's P.O.V:
"You mean to tell me that Our sociopathic Doctor, the man who experimented on children, has a daughter of his own? That is a sick Joke, even for you, Regrator." Arlecchino said with a cold look as if not amused at this news. She doesn't like the fact that Dottore has a child but one that might have his sickened pleasure of experimenting on anything that is breathing. "I agree with the Knave, Regrator. Do you even have proof of this? This could be a coincidence for all we know," La Signora said while holding back a scoff about this woman. "I assure you this is not a joke, Signora. I have met the woman, and she has Dottore's qualities. but Dottore, why didn't you tell us about your child?" Pantalone said with a sly smile at the Doctor, who was trying to hide his anger, which was building up.
"Now, Lord Regrator, if I knew I had a child, don't you think I would've told any of you but Her Majesty?" Dottore said with a forceful smile, and everyone could hear the anger in his voice. It doesn't help that this child was news to him. he doesn't like the unexpected regarding his work. Who was her mother anyway? Dottore couldn't remember having any one-night stands with any woman. "That doesn't matter, Dottore. I want to know everything there is about this woman. Regrator, what was this woman's name?" Pierro said as he looked at Pantalone sternly while thinking. 'this woman might help us if we play the right moves.'
"Her Name is Yumie. She owns the Garden of Dreams in Capitano's area."
At Yumie's store
Yumie's P.O.V:
"Achoo!" I sneeze into my shirt and shiver as I fix the Dendrobium bouquet. "Are you getting sick, Miss Yumie?" I hear Mrs. Iris say as I looked at her and shook my head. "No. I forgot my mask when I got your order. The Dendrobium smells powerful, and I sneeze whenever I work on them." I said as I wrapped the bouquet up for her and smiled. "You work so hard for us, Yumie. we can't help but worry about you." Mrs. Iris said, taking out a bag of mora and putting it on the counter before taking the bouquet. "well, I'll be off, Yumie. Please stay safe. Don't make me find you here tomorrow morning!" She said as she left, and I chuckled softly. "of course. you too!" I said as I cleaned my store and sighed. 'I have one more order, and then I can go home, enjoy my tea, and eat some Goulash.'
I chuckle to myself and smile as I go to the backroom to the rare flowers I have. "Alright, the next order is for. Ah! Little Lexie. She wants to get some flowers for her mother." I said as I got the Padisarah ready for little Lexie and started humming softly. I smiled and started to get some silk flowers in the bouquet. I was making the bouquet look perfect like it was a painting, and I was the Artist. I put the final piece, Lexie's favorite, in my store, Wolf's Bane. She always wants this flower in every bouquet I make for her. I hear the door open, and I wrap the bouquet up and go to the front area to see Lexie.
"Hello, young Lexie. Your order is ready for your mother. I'm sure she will love it." I said, giving her the bouquet carefully and smiling. "Thank you, Miss Yumie! I hope so, too. Her grave is always lonely, but your flowers brighten it up!" Lexie said before running off. I sigh as I close my shop and put on my coat. 'Time to go home.' I leave the store and lock it up as I walk home, enjoying hearing the snow crunch under my boots. 'Today was a good day. I didn't see any of the harbingers. I think I'm in the clear.' I thought as I reached my neighborhood and caught a ball that was coming toward me. "you need to watch where you kick the ball, little ones," I said as I handed the ball to the group of boys and kept walking home as I enjoyed my walk home. 'Nothing could ruin this-'
"YOU LITTLE SHIT!! IS THAT ALL YOU COULD GET TODAY?!!? YOU COULDN'T EVEN STEAL SOME FIREWATER!!"
I looked over to see young Alan getting yelled at by his mother. Alan was holding two small apples and flinches at her rage. 'How dare she? He's only seven years old. Stop it. He can't even buy himself some food. Stop spitting out such hateful words. He always puts you first. Stop yelling at him. He's a good kid. I SAID STOP IT!!' She was about to slap him, but I grabbed her wrist tightly, and she glared at me. 'I know I'm leaving a bruise, but I don't give a single fuck.'
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FanfictionEntry 20, **21 at 12:30pm They say that each Flower represent different emotions and Feelings. but I suppose my opinion on Flowers mean something different. My "mother" told me that the Gods betray her the minute i was created by her and the "outcas...
