Kindunophilia (Love of Danger) Patrician Series #1

XII: Myth of the Narcissus Flower

(Soundtrack: Ed Sheeran- Supermarket Flowers)

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The disappearance of the delivery guy in our sight soothed Mr. Fernie and baffled Sally's mind. As though she had two assumptions and it was contradicting her to choose where would be true. Her skeptical eyes and knitted brows were apparent. A sign that she was analyzing something.

My interest flagged on the air on what was written on the paper. I opened the thick rectangular paper with a golden pattern border.

The note said:

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Flowers born to bloom and
Ought to be seen of a pair-set of eyes laid on it. Flowers symbolized women,
Always beautiful and admirable.

Pick one of your choice and I shall give you another.' -Magnus
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My smile fell into reverie. I inhaled the scent of the flowers as the gleam on my face widened.

The Emperor was not I think he is, boastful or supercilious. Although, I needed to clarify the misinterpretation and misimpression from Samuel's own claiming me as his 'wife' and the child that he pretentiously claim too. Before The Emperor would inform Madame about my presence at the Square. The escape contract would not be work and directly come to an end. Samuel could deny that he wasn't there and frame-me up that I solely escape by my own. Who knows? Samuel could capable to do that.

His frequent caprice could also change his mind in a matter of seconds.

" Mademoiselle, would you like me to arrange that flowers for you?"

Mr. Fernie desisted my introspection. "I can handle this Mr. Fernie. Is the ballet teacher already here?"

He inserted his hand from his breast pocket and checked the time from his handy golden clock, accurately." She was been 15 minutes and 50 seconds late, Miss Audrey.."

He was also excellent in precision.

Since the delivery guy drove out, Sally was not in her proper mind and I had to divert her attention. As much as, I wanted her to dwell with her lost of thoughts or possibly the adventure of her own speculations, she still needed to focus on her assigned tasks.

" Sally, I think the sheets of my bed need some replacement."

" Huh?" She was literally absorbed with her profound thoughts.

I turned to Mr. Fernie instead." Mr. Fernie, can you call two servants to help Sally replace the sheets of my bed."

" I'll do it by myself, Mademoiselle.." Sally's voice flagged from Mr. Fernie's glare of disapproval of her behavior.

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I was proceeding my way to the ballet room. Meanwhile, Sally and Mr. Fernie had been working on a different tasks.

Sally in my bedchamber; flipping off the sheets for a new and clean one; Mr. Fernie along with three servants went to the storage cellar and floral cooler; selecting a vase and ornaments.

I could not contain the glee that I was rhyming Lord George Gordon Byron's favorite poem 'She walks in beauty', which Mr. Martin always reminded me..

She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies:

And all that's best of dark and bright