The princess brother(wmaap Fan fiction)

ch 7 ( the beginning)

Poppy, a flower that symbolizes eternal sleep.

But does it even exist in this world?

He wondered.

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"The sky was beautiful today too what do you think, boy? "

The gardener who was busy tending over the flowers ask the child next to him. It's been a month since this boy had arrived in their neighborhood. He can say that It was very much a complete chaos, the landlady who was usually nosy was busy flaunting about how some members of the Royal Family had arrived and rented her vacant home. Thanks to her everyone in the neighborhood know about the boy.

The Gardener was still amazed, the child next to him might really be a member of the Royal Family, he had the beauty that everyone would love to take advantage of, even more the child guardian is a real goddess. But for a child he is incredibly quiet, he rarely goes outside, and the gardener never heard him speak. Clearly the boy understand their language. Heck the gardener doesn't even know the boy name, The rumors said that the boy might be incapable of speaking, he's probably an Illegimate child who get thrown away because of his disability. Such a poor fate. He's still a kid.

This time the boy was in the mood to go outside, the gardener would always saw him sipping tea with the lady, it's like a painting was brought bac to life whenever the gardener saw the two being together. In some occasions he would witness him playing with the landlady kids, this time he wanted to sightsee some flowers that's why right now he was next to the gardener who try his best to take up a conversation.

He might not look like it but the boy was actually listening to him, he would give him simple nods whenever he ask for questions that can be answered with yes or no. Truly amusing. The two become acquainted as time passed by and now they got closer to the point that the boy would visit his home to see his garden, he also help him with few magic spells that can help to grow the plant and flowers. For an old man like him he preferred this child who was always quiet, he can enjoy the peace while being in someone presence.

The boy nodded, he seems to love the poppies that the gardener planted, it's always caught his attention.

He probably fall for it's beauty, there's no need to tell the child about the meaning of that flower.

"Do you want to pluck them out? I'll gladly give you some. "

For a moment there was silence, and the boy shook his head.

"I see you just want to admire them. It is nice to just admire from a distance, and just watch the flower wilt away. "

He seem to treasure the poppies a lot. He doesn't bat an eye to the other flowers.

The boy reach his hand to touch the flower, right now he seems to be deep in thought.

"It's pretty? "

He nodded.

"Do you want to keep it? "

There was a hesitation but the boy nodded as he looked at the gardener.

The boy's eyes become dull than usual.

"If you want to keep it you have to treasure it" the gardener chuckled "don't be sad that it will wither away, flowers can be admired they also can be kept, that's a flow of nature. What's important is that you will take care of it while its life span hadn't ended yet and do your best to prevent the flower from withering, and in that way you won't have any regrets. "