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The well-maintained flower beds of the palace were filled with flowers whose names I didn’t know, but it did not look chaotic. If the garden outside the Winter Palace felt like a quiet, orderly park, the gardens of the Spring Palace felt full of life, where a festival was in full swing.
Vertus’s garden was slightly bleak, but not unkempt.
Charlotte’s garden was rowdy, but not chaotic.
A garden full of flowers, and a garden with not a single flower. Their gardens seemed to represent the dichotomy between both Charlotte and Vertus.
Charlotte loved flowers, so Vertus hated them.
Vertus hated flowers, so Charlotte must have planted even more of them, even replanting the flowers Vertus had discarded.
Both were obsessed with each other’s likes and dislikes.
If Vertus were to die, what would happen to Charlotte’s garden?
With no reason to be obsessed with flowers, perhaps it wouldn’t be as lavish as it was at present, even if the flowers didn’t disappear entirely.
In many ways, they were quite similar.
At least, that was what I thought.
Charlotte walked ahead through the flower-filled garden. The gardeners tending the flower beds bowed silently to the princess.
There were no special conversations. There were no questions about the unexpected guest.
If the Winter Palace gave off a cold impression, the Spring Palace, perhaps due to its name or design, felt cozy and inviting.
The palace felt warm and inviting rather than luxurious, and seemed well-complemented by the lavish flowers surrounding it.
The gardens were part of the palace. That seemed true for both the Winter Palace and the Spring Palace.
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