77 Only At Night

Adeline pulled her hands away from Lydia. She rose to her feet. At a loss for words, she could do nothing but stare. The confession was a cold splash of water on her face. She was suddenly aware that despite Elias's affections, other women were vying for her position.

This fairy tale she lived in would not get a happy ending. Was it even a fairy tale to begin with? Or was it a story that should've never been told?

"You see, Addy, do you remember that story we used to read as a kid? 'In a Field of Death Blossoms a Golden Rose,' is the title." Lydia was frantically thinking of something to say. She had to explain her side of the story. She must!

Adeline recalled the details of the story. She specifically remembered that night in the mysterious hallways. She was not the Golden Rose. The love of her life wasn't destined to be with her. She had all the descriptions of his beloved but wasn't her. 

Adeline wasn't the Golden Rose that His Majesty was looking for.