If these flowers are cleared, the trapped spirits beneath them might also find release.
It is said that after Queen Eunice, Lionel's mother, married into the royal palace, she adored roses. The entire vampire palace was engulfed in a vast sea of roses, their crimson petals cascading over marble balconies and winding staircases, their scent thick enough to drown in. Later, when Lionel became a baron, his castle too was filled with roses in the first few centuries, earning him the moniker "The Rose Baron" among their kind.
"The roses should return to the palace!" I muttered under my breath, brushing my fingers against a thorny stem. The petals felt cold, as if they still held the memory of the queen's touch.
After circling several times, it felt like wandering through a fog—still unable to find the right path. The garden's labyrinthine hedges seemed to shift subtly, as though mocking my efforts.
