idtobeprickedbyherthorns.“IamhoohavesuchafamousflowerinmyKingdomofDreams”thoughtDimitri.

    Thepinkhibiscusshiverediumnwiicallybeautiful,itlookeddelicate.Fromitssoft,tealsKingDimitriseemedtoseethelethargidtiredfeaturesofAngelica,ravagedbyendlesssleeplessnights.Herpale,anemiplexiouatedevenmoreherdeepblueeyes,seaiful,butalwaysressionofay.“Ah,Angelica!YourlifewasgiventoyoubyGod.Don’thurtitinanywayorthrowitawaytoocasually.HowIwishyoucainyourhealth,havesuffitbloodinyourbeautifulbody.Iamwaitingtoreadyourimmortalpoems.”

    Inaerofthegardenwasthegracefulcssicflower–clivia.Unwillingtopetewithothersinshowingoffherbeauty,shebloomedtentlyandsilentlyinherer.Asaresult,wheherflowerswerefadedandgohebeautifulecliviatioflourishweekafterweek.Itspatiendlovetypifieshenurse,whotookcareofherrichbutailinghusband,thirtyyearshersenior.Afterhisdeath,NovelcametotheKingdomofDreamswithhercousinElina.

    ThemagnoliablossomtuckedintoMara’shairtremblediumnwind.Marahadbeensingingoreetsallday,butthemoneyiinwasonlyenoughtobuyasandwidacupofcoffee.TheseshegenerouslysharedwithDimitri,eachalterakingturnsinbitingintothesandwidsippingthecoffee.Meagerthoughthesupperwasthatlefttheirstomachstillhungryandtheirbodiesstillcold,itidthefoundationfortheirlife-longfriendship.

    “Howtimefliesby”thoughtKingDimitrigazingatsnowthithebraheplumtrees.“Theplumblossomsbravelysurvivetheweather.Inspiteofthewindandsnow,theystruggletobethefirstflowerstobloomandtobloomprofusely.OurLaverneislikethatwithherfearlesstenacity.Shetookonherslendershoulderstheburdenofsuppafamilyoherbyblood.Shetookcareoftheoldcoupleshecalledherparentsuntiltheydiedandtiolookaftertheirretardedson,Mark.Shegavemeherheart,butofferedherbodytoMark,herretardedbrother,likeasacrifithealtarofFate,tolethimtiohaveanormalfamilylifeandavesseltoventhissexualurges.Hernoblespiritofself-sacrificeisreallyadmirable.MegginnwhisperedtoQueenAisha,“KingDimitrihasbeenlostinhisreverielohanisusual.Doyouthinkweshouldwakehimup?”Afterthinkingforamoment,QueenAishareplied,“No.It’sbetternottodisturbhimbutlethimetonaturally.”

    KingDimitribythenhadreturohisKingdomofDreams.Onamistym,aseaoffloaitingforthefirstcrackofdaear.Everyflowerwasalerttoandwaitingforthebirthoftheflowerfairy,theinationoftheEasterLily.Whenthefirstrayofsunshiratedthefogandlitupthepre-dawndarkness,anexquisitelybeautifulgirlwithlongsnow-whitehairwasseendanglightasthewind,half-floatingintheair.Theflowerfairywasborn–WhiteFairy!Thiswasaseofaballet,writtenanddirectedbyKingDimitri.

    Anuredaothestage.ItwasNatalie,thecssicballetdaalndslim,shehadstylishposeandmatchlessgrace,elegandsymmetry,muchlikeagdioblossom.Thetwoofthemdaogetherseamlessly,perfectlychraphed.Nataliewasnotonlyadancer;shewasalsoatalentedposer.Shewoulduseapendsketchpicturesofposturesandmovementsastheycameintohermind.Thenshewouldstriogetherintoadahesesketchesweretherhythmofherlife,snatchesofhersilhouette.Thetwoofthemdanandonuntiltheycametothesideoftheke.

    Maryranquicklytowardsthem,hergoldenhairflyingandshimmeringinthemsunl

idtobeprickedbyherthorns.“IamhoohavesuchafamousflowerinmyKingdomofDreams”thoughtDimitri.

    Thepinkhibiscusshiverediumnwiicallybeautiful,itlookeddelicate.Fromitssoft,tealsKingDimitriseemedtoseethelethargidtiredfeaturesofAngelica,ravagedbyendlesssleeplessnights.Herpale,anemiplexiouatedevenmoreherdeepblueeyes,seaiful,butalwaysressionofay.“Ah,Angelica!YourlifewasgiventoyoubyGod.Don’thurtitinanywayorthrowitawaytoocasually.HowIwishyoucainyourhealth,havesuffitbloodinyourbeautifulbody.Iamwaitingtoreadyourimmortalpoems.”

    Inaerofthegardenwasthegracefulcssicflower–clivia.Unwillingtopetewithothersinshowingoffherbeauty,shebloomedtentlyandsilentlyinherer.Asaresult,wheherflowerswerefadedandgohebeautifulecliviatioflourishweekafterweek.Itspatiendlovetypifieshenurse,whotookcareofherrichbutailinghusband,thirtyyearshersenior.Afterhisdeath,NovelcametotheKingdomofDreamswithhercousinElina.

    ThemagnoliablossomtuckedintoMara’shairtremblediumnwind.Marahadbeensingingoreetsallday,butthemoneyiinwasonlyenoughtobuyasandwidacupofcoffee.TheseshegenerouslysharedwithDimitri,eachalterakingturnsinbitingintothesandwidsippingthecoffee.Meagerthoughthesupperwasthatlefttheirstomachstillhungryandtheirbodiesstillcold,itidthefoundationfortheirlife-longfriendship.

    “Howtimefliesby”thoughtKingDimitrigazingatsnowthithebraheplumtrees.“Theplumblossomsbravelysurvivetheweather.Inspiteofthewindandsnow,theystruggletobethefirstflowerstobloomandtobloomprofusely.OurLaverneislikethatwithherfearlesstenacity.Shetookonherslendershoulderstheburdenofsuppafamilyoherbyblood.Shetookcareoftheoldcoupleshecalledherparentsuntiltheydiedandtiolookaftertheirretardedson,Mark.Shegavemeherheart,butofferedherbodytoMark,herretardedbrother,likeasacrifithealtarofFate,tolethimtiohaveanormalfamilylifeandavesseltoventhissexualurges.Hernoblespiritofself-sacrificeisreallyadmirable.MegginnwhisperedtoQueenAisha,“KingDimitrihasbeenlostinhisreverielohanisusual.Doyouthinkweshouldwakehimup?”Afterthinkingforamoment,QueenAishareplied,“No.It’sbetternottodisturbhimbutlethimetonaturally.”

    KingDimitribythenhadreturohisKingdomofDreams.Onamistym,aseaoffloaitingforthefirstcrackofdaear.Everyflowerwasalerttoandwaitingforthebirthoftheflowerfairy,theinationoftheEasterLily.Whenthefirstrayofsunshiratedthefogandlitupthepre-dawndarkness,anexquisitelybeautifulgirlwithlongsnow-whitehairwasseendanglightasthewind,half-floatingintheair.Theflowerfairywasborn–WhiteFairy!Thiswasaseofaballet,writtenanddirectedbyKingDimitri.

    Anuredaothestage.ItwasNatalie,thecssicballetdaalndslim,shehadstylishposeandmatchlessgrace,elegandsymmetry,muchlikeagdioblossom.Thetwoofthemdaogetherseamlessly,perfectlychraphed.Nataliewasnotonlyadancer;shewasalsoatalentedposer.Shewoulduseapendsketchpicturesofposturesandmovementsastheycameintohermind.Thenshewouldstriogetherintoadahesesketchesweretherhythmofherlife,snatchesofhersilhouette.Thetwoofthemdanandonuntiltheycametothesideoftheke.

    Maryranquicklytowardsthem,hergoldenhairflyingandshimmeringinthemsunl