Potted Plants

August had always been grateful that he was just a normal prince. He wasn't a Chosen One, he wasn't a warrior of any sort - the only things of interest in his life were his potted plants, his studies, and his parents. And that was how he liked it. Operative word being "was".

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Flora was bored. Flora was bored of every single detail in her pitiful life. Her parents seemed to want only the blandest of things for her and she was sick of it. She wanted adventure, as cliche as it sounded, and she couldn't get that from her boring little town. And then she gets swept up in a journey with a timid prince named August and suddenly her life isn't so boring anymore.