When the Queen's Bloom Went Rogue

Previously

…As I walked out of the conservatory, the scent of dying flowers seemed to mock me. But beneath the decay, I could already feel the stirrings of something new, a quiet resolve. The Queen’s garden, and her reputation, would be restored. And Elara Meadowlight would learn that even the most cunning of pranks could, in the end, be undone by a slightly clumsy lady-in-waiting with a penchant for dusty diaries and a surprisingly strong sense of justice. The path ahead was clear, and for the first time in days, I felt a genuine sense of purpose. The game, as they say, was afoot. And I intended to play it to win.