When the Queen's Bloom Went Rogue

Previously

…A sense of profound relief washed over me. The mystery was solved. The Queen’s honor, and indeed her very sanity, was restored. And as Aurelia stood there, silhouetted against the afternoon sun, I knew that even without her prize bloom, her reign, and her garden, would continue to flourish. The rogue bloom had gone rogue, but it had also, in its own peculiar way, brought about a different kind of bloom: the revelation of truth, and the quiet blossoming of my own hidden talents.