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There was no place Beauregard loved more than their garden.
It was where they were born, the flower that was their cradle still perfectly in bloom.
Their oldest memory is from the garden, of Fleur gently taking their small hands in hers
to show them how to trim off the thorns of a fresh bloom. The garden was their happy place,
when it was just them and their mothers tending to the flowers.
Nowadays they’re big enough to do the tending by themselves, and they enjoy it greatly.
Even if they still miss their mothers’ company.
Tall rose hedges bordered its edges.
A display of beauty yes, but also a means to keep the castle inhabitants protected.
For outside Castle Antiquita’s grand gates lay a world of strife and greed.
A world Prinxess Beauregard knew little about.
Here in their garden they were safe and didn’t have to worry about anything but the health of their roses.
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