Are You Scared He Will Hate You?

With Arlan away in the summit conference, Oriana had nothing to do after she had her morning meal. It would be a good time to create those dried flower brooches she promised Yorian and Arlan. The elf wanted one made out of buckwheat flowers, while for the prince…

Her thoughts strayed to their earlier conversation.

'He said he likes honeysuckles.'

The problem was that Oriana had no  dried honeysuckles in her collection. Since they were rather ordinary flowers, common in the wilderness of Griven, she rarely paid them special attention despite their medicinal use.

'I wonder if they grow them here in the royal palace. They ought to have a native variety here in Nefer. If worse comes to worst, I can go to the market in the city to purchase some.'

Oriana proceeded to find a gardener. It was obvious that the caretaker of the gardens would know best the flowers cultivated within the Royal Palace of Othinia.