Rose was busy in her private garden in the early hours of the morning minding her flowers.
It was the one thing she was allowed to do that tooo her mind off her misery.
Her life was in absolute chaos.
Her marriage was non existent.
Her status as Queen reduce to barely nothing.
Her health? Still healing from being poisoned.
Her relationship with her daughter and sister deteriorated.
She felt more lonely than ever.
The witch who had told her about Jasmine was still nowhere to be found.
It was like she had vanished into thin air.
Now she knew that Scarlett had died.
How that had happened she had zero idea.
But the thought that Scarlett had had a child.
She felt her gloved hands tremble as she worked on the soil.
She had to find her.
She had to make things right at least.
"Don't kill your self Rose."
It was Hildegard.
Her personal maid since she was a child and her best friend.
Hildegard stood at the door of the glass garden.
