Elizabeth's Mother

Elizabeth

I secretly landed on the balcony where she was. Thankfully, she is alone and there were no handmaids around her. I placed the broom against a partition before slowly walking toward her with a deadpan expression.

“Flowers are known to be a symbol of beauty and power,” she suddenly muttered, making me stop on my walk. “But like a beautiful rose, we may be beautiful but we are also dangerous. We can hurt people with what we have, like thorns of a rose, but thorns can also protect us from the harm of the world.”

“You know that I am going to be here, Your Majesty,” I said and smiled a little. “I wonder how many things you are going to say to me, Queen Jonah… or shall I say, Witch Queen Jenova?”

She did not speak. Instead, she picked one strand of rose. The beautiful face was f the queen revealed in front of me, and her porcelain skin was glowing as ever. Her accessories were sparkling due to the light from the sun, and she looked expensive with her huge and elegan