rose nursery rhyme

The castle is the castle of the lord of Astro.

The Yastro family has ruled this area for hundreds of years. The first lord built the castle, and the castle was not completed until his death.

There is a rose garden in front of the castle.

The rose garden is newly built, and it belongs to the lord's youngest daughter.

Since the death of the lord's wife, she has been the lord's most beloved treasure.Whatever you want, you can get it effortlessly.

The little girl liked roses since she was a child, so the lord collected almost all rose varieties in the world.This rose garden was built in front of the castle, so that she can always be surrounded by beautiful flowers.

The castle specially circled a large area, hired the most skilled gardeners to take care of these delicate flowers, and even bought a lot of expensive magic circles, just to ensure that these plants that originally grew in different climates can grow in the same soil. Peaceful coexistence.

The roses here are always blooming and undefeated. This place is regarded as a land favored by the gods, and the four seasons here are in flowering season.

Among the many folk legends about this garden, it has another more beautiful name——

'The Ruby in the Crown'.

In the middle of the rose bushes there is a dance.

Today is the birthday of the lord's youngest daughter. She personally wrote the invitation letter and invited many guests.

The identities of the invitees are either rich or noble. The girls’ skirts are inlaid with diamonds and gold, and they wear all kinds of dazzling jewelry on their heads; the men’s dresses are relatively low-key, but they are all neat and exquisite. Every strand of hair.

The space in the rose garden is small and not designed for balls.The road among the flowers is narrow and compact, and the roses are in full bloom. The thorny branches will catch people's skirts, and the dirt will pollute the guests' delicate dresses, but——

Miss Yastro's invitation can completely represent the lord himself, and no one would want to miss this rare opportunity.

This is a kind of honor, which indirectly proves that the invitees have a superior status. As long as they come to this rose garden, everyone can get something from the ball more or less.

Miss Asterloh herself was not there.

Hearing that she was in poor health, she only showed up at the very beginning of the ball, claiming weakly that she couldn't bear the too biting cool wind in the rose garden, and was supported by two maids, and went back to her room to rest.

Of course, on such an occasion, even if the protagonist is not there, the dance can still go on as usual.

The ethereal music slides past people like flowing water, which is pleasant but not noisy, and it happens to leave room for people to talk between dancing.

The music came from a corner of the rose garden, and a tall harp stood among the thick rose branches.

Next to the harp are today's musicians.

Musicians are not guests, so there is no need to show off their appearance.He was wearing a delicate and simple dark green cloak with a hood on his head, which completely covered his face, only half of his pale chin was exposed, and the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, as if he was in a good mood.

This is a bard hired from afar by the lord at a great price.

The bard has a long-standing reputation. He has traveled to various places in this continent, possesses very superb skills, and has also created many rumors that may be true or false.

It's just that no one knows his name, and few people have seen his appearance.

The 'mysterious bard' appeared and disappeared randomly everywhere, and compared to a real person, he seemed more like a fictional image in a story...or some kind of symbol that no one could decipher.

He never stays in the same place for a long time, Lord Yastro really put a lot of thought into inviting this person to play.

It seems that he really loves his daughter.

The bard fiddled with the strings casually, listening to the ethereal sound that flowed out, his fingers were long and slender, and he didn't sing.

——Even listening to the music played by this harp alone, he is indeed worthy of the price of being hired.

The sound of the harp is ethereal, and the melodious and melodious music echoes over the rose garden, passing lightly over the entangled branches of the dense rose bushes.

The afternoon sun was soft and the day seemed peaceful.

"Good day."

Without any warning, a voice suddenly came from behind the musician.

The voice was very young, with a little youthful vitality, accompanied by the rustling of rose leaves.

Not too obtrusive.

Bard: "Good day."

He didn't seem to be surprised, he didn't stop what he was doing, he just turned his head slightly, and asked the unexpected visitor softly, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

The people at the ball were busy achieving their goals here, and couldn't hold anything else in their eyes for the time being, so naturally they didn't have time to notice an unremarkable musician in the corner of the rose garden.

And the boy who suddenly appeared behind the musician.

The young man was squatting, his posture was quite careless, his elbows were on his knees, and he was looking curiously at the movements of the bard.

He has warm brown slightly curly semi-long hair, which is tied behind his head by a hair tie. The end of the hair is a bit messy, and there is a small rose leaf hanging on it, which should have just passed through the middle of the rose bush.

The boy's eyes are a very pure olive green, with subtly curved eye ends, slightly drooping, bringing out a bit of natural innocence, blurring the boundaries of age.

This is a beautiful child.

Every part of his body seemed to be carefully crafted, with almost no flaws visible, and at a glance, it would remind one of a doll enclosed in a glass case.

Judging from the appearance alone, this young man is at most just an adult.

If I had to use a metaphor...

He is like a weeping rose about to bloom in this garden.

It's just that 'Rose' is good everywhere, but her clothes don't quite match her appearance.

The boy was only wearing a pair of simple trousers, and a light-colored dress was loosely worn on his body. The neckline was open, revealing half of his delicate collarbone. He seemed to be wearing a necklace, but the pendant was hidden behind the clothes.

The sleeves of this dress are too long, even if they are rolled up several times, they still cover the boy's hands tightly, and many laces hang down from the edge of the sleeves, falling in the air in a mess. Swaying back and forth erratically.

This is not a prom attire, this is a set of... straitjackets that are used only in dangerous wards to restrain the movements of manic patients.

Is he sick?Where is he from?

No matter from any point of view, this child should not appear in this rose garden.

The musician didn't ask any questions about these, he just played the harp patiently while waiting for the other party's next answer.

However, after the boy tilted his head and said hello, he was immediately distracted by other things.

He was a little curious about the harp that the musician was playing. He reached out and touched the frame of the harp, and his fingers easily slid across the trembling strings of the harp. From this ball?"

"I don't know its price." The bard answered him politely. "It belongs to Lord Yastro, and I just borrowed it temporarily."

After a pause, he added, "But this harp sounds beautiful, so I guess...you're right."

"Oh, then you are very lucky." The boy sighed without beginning and end, immediately jumped to the topic, and asked again, "Do you know where the lord's daughter's room is?"

Bard: "In the middle of the castle at the top."

He still didn't stop, and plucked a series of basses on the harp: "Look up, the one with the biggest window is there. Do you have anything to do with Miss Yastro?"

The boy nodded thoughtfully: "Well... a little bit."

He got the information he wanted, staggered to his feet, staggered in the rosebushes, and held on to the edge of the harp.

Standing up, I realized that the young man was not tall, and was as slender as a sapling that had just been stalked. From a distance, he looked like some kind of overly elaborate scarecrow, with rags hanging on his body. A crow trips and falls before it scares away.

There were quite a few messy marks on the straitjacket, as if it had been scratched by branches and leaves, and had been rubbed with dust, making it look a bit dirty.

The musician looked through the brim of his hat, watching the boy's movements with interest.

The man moved a lot, and the neckline of the robe loosened a little.A collar on his neck was exposed, made of metal, stiff and pure black, covering part of the blue blood vessels.

It looks like some kind of restrained animal, giving people a feeling of inexplicable danger.

After the boy stood up, he also found that he was not neat, which is impolite.

He used his sleeve to sweep away the dirt, folded the sleeve up in half, finally exposed his hand, grabbed the rose bush next to him, and tore off the best blooming one.

The part that got caught was the flower head. The young man didn't restrain his strength, so he grabbed the petals of the delicate rose so that the petals were dripping. A few crushed petals fell on the soil, like a small pool of falling blood drops.

The boy pinched the flower and made gestures near the musician's head.

He originally wanted to put the rose directly on the musician's head, but since the musician had already worn a hood, the young man finally gave up on this idea, slipped the loose rose into the chest pocket of the musician's cloak, and stretched out another finger , against the corner of the musician's exposed lips.

With this movement, the wide sleeves finally piled up near the boy's elbow.A few pieces of rags could be seen casually wrapped around his wrists and elbows, revealing a few traces of dark red blood.

"Send you off." The young man was very happy, he smiled and rolled his eyes, "Thank you for answering my question, and thank you... for not yelling casually after seeing me."

Bard: "What if I yell?"

"Well..." The boy's smile remained unchanged, and he answered irrelevantly, "I don't like noise, and I'm very busy today."

He didn't explain the meaning of his words too much, stuck out the tip of his tongue, licked one side of the pointed canine teeth, and praised with satisfaction: "This is really beautiful, it suits you."

The bard glanced down.

The rose that the boy had given him had been treated roughly and was now in a horrible state, hanging shapelessly on the edge of his pocket, almost unrecognizable as a flower.

Fortunately, the thorns on the remaining small flower branch caught his clothes dangerously and did not fall directly.

The rose is haggard and broken.

So he also smiled, nodded slightly, and thanked gently: "This is my honor."

"In return, I'll give you a suggestion." The boy was more satisfied, and said, "Don't stay here for a while, find an excuse to go out—as long as you don't play the piano here, you can do whatever you want."

Bard: "What if I ask you why?"

"Secret." The young man didn't intend to stay for a long time after he finished speaking. He had already stepped back into the rose bush. Hearing this, he glanced back, blinked his beautiful olive green eyes, and announced confidently, "No Tell you."

"Then your name?" The bard didn't ask any further, and changed the subject.

There is nothing that cannot be said, the young man thought for a while, and concluded that this was the last time he appeared in this place, and also the last time he saw the bard, so he shrugged and answered him.

"My name is Sheedy," he said. "Nice to meet you. Goodbye."

Then he turned around and disappeared quietly and lightly into the lush rose bushes just like when he came.

The author says:

The new article, experimental in nature, will not be very long, and the expected word count is around 20w.

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