When the Queen's Bloom Went Rogue

Previously

…And then, I noticed it. A faint scuff mark on the marble, just at the edge of the velvet cloth. It was small, easily overlooked, but it was out of place. It suggested something, or someone, had been there, perhaps in haste. My gaze drifted to the surrounding plants, the perfectly manicured shrubs and exotic flora that usually graced the conservatory. They seemed to stand taller, their colours brighter, almost mocking the fallen glory of the Queen's Bloom. A shiver traced its way down my spine. This wasn't just a wilting flower. This was a mystery. And I, Lady Isolde, was now officially on the case. The Queen’s Bloom had gone rogue, and it was up to me to find out why.