I hummed a tune as I organized the tulips in the vase; it was a bouquet Drevon had given me. This was a habit of his.
Each time I went to my study, he would give me a bouquet as if I didn't have a garden of them, but I do appreciate the romantic gesture.
It made me smile the entire day, and attending to matters was no longer mind-draining. I'd always work with ease whenever I had a vase of tulips on the table.
Suddenly, nausea filled me, and I covered my mouth to take it back in. Gosh! The smell of these tulips was becoming icky. I looked at the windows where there were more of them. Maybe I should reduce them a bit, keep some in the inner court.
I have always loved the fragrance of tulips, but there was only so much I could take.
I felt a nudge on my arm, and I looked to find Snow holding a tulip with his teeth.
"Thank you, Snow," I said, taking it and poking it into the vase.
