Lowri’s garden had seen better days. Better weeks, even. Ever since it had been announced that they had a date for court over the summer, the Dempsey family Matriarch had taken all her frustrations out on her poor hydrangeas had been cut and magically regrown at least half a dozen times within the past few days. Poor Sophie had run out of rooms in the mansion to bring the cuts to, she’d started to give them out to the rest of the house staff.

It was with this in mind that Lowri decided to target her peonies instead. The world could not do without too many peonies. As soon as the flowers were picked, she loaded the vase up and marched them towards one of the wings she often tried to avoid.

“Ozymandias,” She sang in a tone that was completely innocent and devoid of implying that she wanted anything from her son. “Dearest Shelly, I’ve brought you a gift!”

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