Chapter 72
Bringing her arm back in front of her, she found he had placed a small dwarf baby bunny. The tiny white furry ball kept wriggling inside her palm until it found a comfortable position before closing his eyes and falling asleep.
So cute!” She whispered looking at the bunny, she was afraid to scare it awake so she had talked
very gently.
“Yes, you are!” Salas said even more quietly than she said, almost inaudible. It was so quiet that the charmed by the bunny Celia had not noticed and so did not react to his words.
“I have never studied about there being a garden inside the Royal Palace before. There was no such information in the books at school.” Cella stated, while petting the small furry ball.
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“This was my mother’s garden. She did not want people to know about it. She did not even bring guests here often because she was afraid they would ask for her flowers or damage it in some way.”
She stopped petting the bunny, hearing this information, and wide eyed suddenly looked at him as he was still crouching near her.
“Then I should not be here, what if I harmed something by sitting here?” She alarmed mentioned. and frantically looked around her to check the flowers. When she had sat down she was careful enough and had not stepped on any, but now hearing his words she was even more nervous of damaging something.
“Do not worry, she would not have minded you entering. You trod carefully and sat down with attentiveness, even without knowing this from me.” Salas assured her.
“But still…” Celia wanted to say it was not right for her to trespass in her garden, but he did not let her speak further.
“No but. No one has been here to appreciate its beauty in some decades. I have only cared for it as a remembrance of her. I do not know of flowers and do not see beauty in them. It is good that at least there is another person knowing of its existence and appreciates it. As long as you will be staying bere, please come whenever you want. I am sure she would have loved for someone to actually feel what she felt looking at the flowers.” He gently affirmed, with an honest tone. He truly meant what he had told her.
“Thank you for showing me her majesty’s garden. It is a privilege.” She thanked him for his
thoughtfulness, and did not refuse his offer of coming to see the garden, but whether she would Come again or not it was another matter.
He had said she could sit comfortably, but she still rose on her feet afraid to damage a plant. She also wanted to place the baby bunny back inside his burrow.
After returning the small furry ball, they walked a bit through the garden slowly and as she looked around she would stop from time to time to get a closer look of the flowers. Each and every one of them were beautiful. But the most beautiful flowers were in the center of the garden.
The flowers everywhere were of so many different colors, they were red, pink, white, yellow, magenta, violet, purple, and mixtures of those colors. But what attracted her attention the most was the bush of flowers in the center of the garden. They were colorless roses, they were white almost translucent. Only the leaves were green, but the flowers themselves could be said to be made out of glass. She had never seen something quite like this.
Seeing her stop before them looking surprised at the flowers, he explained about them without her asking.
“These roses are called the fairies‘ flowers. They have no color until a person touches them and depending on the one who touched them they would show a different color.”
She was listening to his explanation as she approached the flowers. The petals looked like they were made of glass, but she wanted to gently touch a petal to see if even its texture resembled that of glass.
“She once told me about the flowers and the meaning of the colors it would turn into.” He continued explaining nostalgic. Even more so than the garden itself, this particular rose bush was the one: best reminded him of his family and childhood.
“She said that dark hearted people would turn its flowers black, pure hearted people would turn them into white. They would also turn into violet, purple… all different kind of colors, depending on the soul of said werewolf. But they would only turn blue if…” Salas was saying before swallowing the rest of his words as he saw that Celia touched gently with her hand one of them.
The colorless rose changed slowly as if by magic from a translucent white in a light blue with tinges of white on the edges of the petals. White meant a pure hearted person which he had expected her color to be. Few would ever try to save and entire pack of werewolves by him or herself. But the rose was white only at the edge of its petals, the rest of the petals until they reached the stem was a light
blue hue.
“It turned blue. It indeed changes color.” She said gently happy to see the magic of the flower.
