Lucien walked slowly around the greenhouse. He had finally regained enough strength to move on his own, though every step reminded him that he needed to take it easy or his condition would worsen.
The greenhouse was not only home to Scarlet Macaws and flourishing greenery. Butterflies drifted lazily around the rose section, wings shimmering like painted silk.
Lucien stopped beside a familiar flower bed, his fingers brushing over soft petals. The pale pink roses were delicate and beautiful, just like the woman he remembered.
His mother.
A faint smile formed on his lips, bitter yet warm.
"That bastard must love roses too," he murmured.
This entire section was dedicated to roses, lined with arc after arc of climbing blooms in different colors. Whoever designed this place did so with devotion. Lucien could not deny that it was beautiful.
"Damn, he is just like that spring fairy."
