The Bride Called Astrantia

The Beginning Part 1 (Wip

Once upon a time, A princess by the name of Astrantia was born. She was born with short silky dark hair. The king and queen placed her in the finest of silk that ringged of wealth. Her room was Magnificent. The gold and silver decor danced around the room. The new happy queen and king placed her in a bed fit for glory. As time past, the infant baby closed her tinted pink eyes and fell into a deep sleep. This sleep could last years, the frozen silence of the dark room, glimmered. Soon after the queen had passed. For that is what happens after having a child of such glory. Her condition slowly turned the queen into a noticeable blur, and a rose. A rose that arose in side her eyes and chest. A peaceful and painless death that only brought the kingdom to beauty. For the roses that appeared from the colorfilled body would last a lifetime. And would continue its growth till the end of time.

The king saddened from the death of his beloved wife, he weeped. He would now have the responsibility to raise the new baby, with love and compassion. For this was a father's duty as the new caretaker. And for a body of roses, he cannot feed them the poison of normal food. To raise this bread of human, he had to feed them the color leaves that matched the color of their skin. The skin so slightly tainted of color. He had to match to complete perfection. And the new princess was to be fed a soft, silky pink. This pink was the most rare. Thus only grew where the blood of two past lovers layed, And how their love had blossomed into a flower of great or as little their love for each other.

The kings search had began, And this search would soon take him months or even years to find the perfect shade of pink. That he'd have to bring back to the kingdom and have them bread with the flowers that brought death to the loved ones. With his task at hand, he knew his new responsibility could only ever survive three days without the roses leaves. And that was clearly enough time, so his journey started now. He would leave Astrantia in the hands of the staff of his divine castle.

They knew over the years that the mothers petals could only keep the infant occupied for another two days. And for the father to fail, wasn't an option. Since the king knew if he didn't uptain the rose, he would then suffer both the death of his queen and his new daughter. He could imagine the devastation of the kingdom of losing these rare type of humans becoming extinct. So he set out at a much faster pace. He headed down to his village asking villagers at the break of sun rise, asking,"Have you seen a rose of this color?" The villagers ignored their king, because of the way he ruled. He taxed these worthless people to keep his palace, full of the roses. To keep these past roses fresh and the new to continue. But the villagers didn't understand the roses, and soon came to hate them. They destroyed and burned the roses, because of the misfortune they causes.

The king, pleaded and begged to his people, that only left him. With less than the dirt, making him continue his search. The king reached the outskirts of the palace and headed forward. A village close after appeared. The village prided themself on their red Zinna, he thought that with these flowers he could bred them with the white roses from his fallen mother... But, that process would take weeks! So he continued along riding his horse taking with him, two of the reddest roses. He rode another village, full of the greenest of leaves. He stared in awe... getting off his horse and looking around. He called out for help, but sadly. No reply was heard. He walked further into the green terrain and finally found a beautiful tribe. The tribes green decor swinging with such grace from one side to the other. The vines and plants that grew were treated with such respect, that was unknown to the kings ways. He called out once more, the tribe appeared feets above the kings head. Leaving him in great shock. The tribe hesitated to bring forth their welcome and help to the king. He exclaimed his burden and how difficult his task at hand was. The tribe of villagers lowered himself down to the kings level and 10 of the men, offering their help on his search. For the days had dragged on, two days had passed and he needed to hurry. The days were becoming more scarce and limited. The king didn't wait for the sun to rise and continued searching.

Taking him days and nights. But after the fourth day at the bank of dawn, he'd found it. The rose was intertwined between two full corpses. The corpses were soggy from the continues rain, that left the skin and bones seeping in dew. The king in great relief, left the tribe quickly back to his kingdom.. That would soon take the sunlight and moon. While reaching his kingdom, a woman laid. Her body wreaked of dog and her chest was leaking of blood. The body kayed frozen from deaths touch, and a girl of blond hair and rags weeping in sorrow for the body. Her arm also branded from what looked like slave trade.

The king stared at the saddened girl in disbelief. The girl looked up from the swelling dead women. He looked down at the cobblestone path and extended his hand still upon the horse. The girl standing, staring at him with tear filled eyes and placed her hand in return. The king smiled with the whitest smile, tinted with teeth hinting of gold. The girls eyes slowly dried, but were left red and buffy. For thus the girl had only lived to see two years of age. She would be older than his Astrantia. He asked the young girl with warmth in his eyes ," What is your name my new prince?" The kung smiled, for he knew what he spoke. She replied with, "Petunia."

The king in glee placed Petunia on the back of his horse and said,

"You belong to me know Petunia." And soon enough they rode and reached the castle gate. The servants thrilled and excited rushed out to the great king in his successful trip. The king flattered by their words took Petunia off the horse and took the flowers he had received. He placed the flowers in his garden off bodies, to have them bred with the other illuminating roses. Soon enough, it began. The blooming of multiple roses of the fair colored princess had arrived. The king was revived and brought the new rose to the princess's room. Where she had continued to sleep, he took the hand of Petunia and walst over to the bed she slept within. He tugged on a leaf from the rose and tickles the baby with such. The child woke up in misery, For the poor thing had woken to the pains of hunger. The king placed the leaf into the infants tiny hands .

The princess grabbing and sucking on the leaf continued, slowly enough. She deteriorated the leafs and swallowed most of the leaf. Causing her to glow a beautiful pink. The king's task was complete for the time being. The princess smiling, and the new prince would forever watch over this fragile baby with great care. Keeping her secret hidden from every living thing.