Vol1.Chap15. Flowers as beautiful as you.

"Are we almost there?" I asked, my eyes covered by Jovian's hand.

"Not yet," He responds, his tone more playful if anything, our footsteps echoing in my ears along with the panging of my heart as I braced myself for the breath taking scenery he had promised.

Eventually we came to an abrupt stop his hands slowly moving from over my gaze to reveal what I've waited so long to see, my jaw slowly dropped at the sight my eyes sparkling with joy, my heart racing with excitement, all the colors, all the lights it was so, so...

"You like it?" Jovian asked as he watched me got even closer to the scenery, pink and blue flowers glowing majestically in the field.

My eyes tried to take in the beauty of it all, yet I'm at a loss for words, my breath taken by the sight of it, as if lost in space. The pen that wrote my thoughts soon came to an abrupt end as I tried to describe it in my mind. The feeling it gives me, the beauty it shows, all of it I tried to write but the pen would always scratch those descriptions, for mere words are never enough to evoke the feelings i felt then. Desperately I cling for more ways to articulate the scene that flashes before me, before I stopped, and realized that the lack of words, it speaks more volume than words themselves.

Petals fly around me, further illuminating the scene like colorful stars in the night sky. The wind taking them far away to showcase their beauty to the rest of the world as the moon and stars stare down in jealousy unable to live up to the beauty showed that night. My dress flowed lightly with the wind dancing with the petals as they illuminated my crimson-black hue. I kneeled down not caring for the soil which tainted my dress, too lured in by flowers below.

"Don't touch that," A shadow loomed over me, I looked up to see who it was and saw Jovian, for a second I forgot he was here.

"Why not?" I inquired, slowly getting up from the ground, my eyebrows furrowing in slight frustration from not being able to take at least one.

"These flowers, are the graves of the fallen, dead vampires that fought 1000 years ago," He muttered, though he was smiling a hint of sadness was left in his voice, I couldn't help but feel a tiny bit concerned over the matter.

I continued to watch in awe from a distance, the flowers so pretty it's hard not to want one, though something in the beautiful meadow, one flower stood off from the rest, slowly dance in the wind, it's petals red and well kept fighting against the wind.

It shined as brightly as the rest, though it was different, showcasing beauty in it's own way and that's what brought my attention.

Jovian walked up to me, standing by my side as I stared at this lone flower that fought against the elements, standing tall it's petals remaining planted onto it.

"Who's that?" I asked, a bit confused as to why it looked so different, kneeling down to get a closer look.

"That's you're dad," Jovian muttered, his hands folding into fists as he said it, he seemed visibly disturbed by it though trying to hide it.

"Oh," was all I could say as I kneeled over the flower, "Well, now I know why it chooses to stand out so much," I joked trying to make light of the situation.

Jovian chuckled slightly at my words, his demeanor seeming as though something was lifted from his shoulders. A smile remained even after he laughed.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." He smiled, kneeling down by my side to get a better look at my dad's flower, with me leaning on his shoulder the minute he got down to my level.

He looked surprised by the sudden affection, but soon leaned into it, his hand on my head, stroking my hair slowly.

"Did you know my dad? When he was still alive?" I asked, looking up into his eyes, waiting for a response.

He thought about it for a while, shaking his head as he came to a conclusion wiping all forms of doubt from his mind.

"I had no idea what kind of man he was, I just knew that he saved me," Jovian muttered, his eyes set on the white flower that stood before him, his gaze softening as he thought back.

"Saved you? How?" I asked, my eyes filled with intrigue of learning about my dad's past after being told about one side for so long.

"That's a story for another time," Jovian chuckled, "I don't think he'd want you hearing this just yet."

"You say you didn't know him but you're certain of that?" I pouted pushing against him, "Come on tell me."

"I'll tell you later haha," He insisted laughing as I playfully shake him with my hands. 

"Fine," I rolled my eyes, leaning back into him. "Do you think, he'd be proud of me now?" I muttered, my gaze set on my dad's flower.

Jovian looked shocked for a bit before his lips quiver, curving into the shape of a smile.

"I think he'll be very proud," He told me nuzzling his face against mine, his slightly warm embrace all too perfect for me. "Who wouldn't be."

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"Sorry for being late," Ragnar muttered as he entered the room with the others, they were already high in their chairs and waiting, ready to begin the meeting.

"Where's Regulus?" miss Videlle spoke up, her eyebrows furrowing in concern as Ragnar stepped to his seat, his rhythmic echoes through the deafening silence created by the queen and everyone else in the room.

"He wont be joining us," Ragnar sighed, getting into his throne.

"I see," Agnes noted, "How unfortunate."

"You haven't, done anything to him, have you Ragnar?" Maledictus inquired, his sharp gaze staring into him a sly smile on his face.

"I have no intention on it, he probably died in the forest trying to hug a human or something." Ragnar chuckled at his own sense of dark humor, his laughter cut short by Agnes who raised her hand in way that signifies silence.

"Alright, let's just get this meeting over with."