"I love gypsophilas the most," Beryl stated, mindlessly smiling at the flower prince Yoongi had just picked out of the garden for her.

"Why?" He asked, in a monotonous tone, but it never really showed boredom or any kind of dullness to her, but instead, she felt content that he was curious enough to ask her about an information that she knew did not really mean anything or matter to him.

"Flowers have a lot of meanings and so does this one but what I like about them, regardless of how beautiful they are, they symbolize innocence, pureness, and freedom from outside corruption and this is how I have always dreamed of being like." Her smile was big, but as soon as the striking reality of her true soul that never really had anything to do with being innocent or pure, her smile died down in the speed of a blinking eye, it was so quick that it even worried the crown prince himself.

For some reason, neither of them dared to talk, and while the crown prince enjoyed the rinsing autumnal breeze, Beryl only felt more and more burden build up within her.

Dear Mother,

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