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Familiar with the castle’s layout her vines stretch through the halls. Weaving between the cracks that have grown throughout the years. Her plants hardly being stopped by the magic that keeps the castle shifting and changing it’s layout without how long the roots can grow.
Only when she finds the dungeons does she pause. Easily able to see through each rose blooming from the root those eyes are set upon the man sitting alone, trapped, and caged much like he had once spoken of with his family. Now his analogy turned literal as he was kept locked up. How had she not known he had come back?
Without wasting much more time the plants would start to swarm the cell, from every corner a new rose blossomed within seconds and while she could not be there with her love there was an elation to see him alive once more. “ It has been so long. “ Her gentle voice rings out, filled with the same love she had for him all those years ago. Never had it wavered with the time, just as her roses never wilt her love, borderline obsession, never dulled.
