𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐀

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 24

"your hand is bleeding" Flora heard a familiar voice she looked back to see Prince Atlas her fiance approaching her with a worried look. She sighed heavily and said "Princess Victoria-" "I know" Prince Atlas cutted off. Flora's heart fluttered as Prince Atlas's words enveloped her like a warm embrace. The room seemed to hold its breath, caught in the delicate dance of love and vulnerability. She gazed into his eyes, their depths revealing promises unspoken.

His thumb brushed against her cheek, wiping away an invisible tear. "Flora," he murmured, "my heart belongs to you alone. No darkness, no intrigue can sever our bond and I'm only yours."

And then, as if the universe conspired to grant her solace, he cradled her in his arms, carrying her to the bed. The softness of the sheets welcomed her, cocooning her weariness. His lips brushed her forehead, a gentle benediction.

"Sleep, my love," he whispered, his breath warm against her skin. "The sun will rise anew, and with it, our hope."

But Flora clung to him, her fingers entwined with his. "Please don't leave," she pleaded, her vulnerability laid bare.

He smiles and laid beside her. His touch was a balm to her weary soul, and as Prince Atlas enveloped her in his warmth, Flora's heart eased. The room seemed to hold its breath, cocooned in the soft glow of moonlight. Their breaths synchronized, a silent promise woven between them.

Prince Atlas's chest rose and fell in rhythm with hers, the steady beat of his heart echoing her own. His fingers traced delicate patterns on her back, soothing away the day's worries. Flora nestled closer, her head resting against his shoulder, and for a fleeting moment, the world outside ceased to exist.

The weight of duty, the whispers of court intrigue—they all faded into insignificance. Here, in this quiet sanctuary, love was their refuge. Prince Atlas's lips brushed her forehead, a tender kiss that spoke of forever.

"Sleep, my love," he murmured, his voice a lullaby. "Still have time until the sun rises."

Flora's eyelids fluttered shut, and she surrendered to the night. Prince Atlas held her, a guardian against the darkness. His promise lingered in the air—a vow unspoken but etched into the fabric of their souls.

And so, they drifted into dreams, entwined in each other's arms—a love unyielding, a promise unbroken.

It's evening now. "Today was a long day" Flora said to herself before sitting on the bed. She only got to saw see Prince Atlas in dining room today. He was really busy preparing Their wedding arrangements and also he's taking the crown on their wedding day. She did saw Victoria at sometimes. But flora didn't gave a shit to look at the arrogent princess. She spends her most time with her mother...the Queen. Also Victoria was busy too because A grant ball is arranged in today's night. So she was busy in her clothes and makeups.

Her gaze fell to her hand, the wound now tended. The pain had dulled, replaced by a quiet ache—the ache of longing. She wondered if he'd returned to his own chamber, lost in thoughts similar to hers.

Just then, a gentle knock interrupted her reverie. "Enter," Flora called, and her personal maid stepped inside, bearing a gown fit for a princess. Its fabric flowed like moonlight, delicate lace tracing intricate patterns. Flora's breath caught; it was as if the gown held secrets of its own.

"Lady flora," the maid curtsied, her eyes filled with curiosity. "Shall I assist you in donning this exquisite creation?"

Flora nodded, her fingers trembling as she reached for the gown. She wondered if Prince Atlas would see her in it—see her as more than a princess, more than a pawn in the court's games.
As the gown enveloped her, Flora whispered a silent prayer. May this night be more than silk and lace. May it be a tapestry woven with love, defiance, and the promise of a new dawn.