In the Rose Garden

Standing here, in the castle's beautiful rose garden, so closed away from everyhting else is almost like a fairytail.

The subtle breeze pushing my long hair back from my face.

My long beautiful ball gown.

The stars and the moon dancing high above.

The smell of the night air, mixed with a soft mettalic scent.

Distant noises that sound almost like panicking.

The heavy weight of an axe in my hand.

And the perfect white roses dripping with fresh blood.