When the Queen's Bloom Went Rogue

Previously

…I had to find proof, tangible evidence that would not only expose Elara but also offer a path to restoring the Queen’s prize bloom. Bartholomew Buttercup’s diary had given me the history, the motive. Elara’s greenhouse had given me the method. Now, I needed to find a way to recreate what had been lost, to find a replacement for the stolen moonpetal, and to present the Queen, not with a wilting apology, but with a bloom that would outshine even Elara’s most ambitious experiments. The mystery was no longer just about what happened; it was about how to make it right. And I, Lady Isolde, the clumsy lady-in-waiting, was determined to do just that.