Anemone had been in her room for a few days now. She would hear her brother knocking for her. He would plead and apologize constantly at her door. Sometimes, he would come and ask her to eat or drink something he brought. Being closed in her room, she hadn't eaten.
She would lay in her bed the whole day. If not in bed, she would gaze out her window on the busy street of townhouses. Their district had other family's townhouses built close together. One side of her room was facing the streets. The other room, her bedroom, faced the next townhouse.
Her room was spacious enough to have a huge bed that could fit three people in it. The other room had sofas and a lounge chair. She had two bookshelves and a desk for writing and studies. There was a balcony that was near the other townhouse.
The other side of their townhouse was built the same way. Her brother's layout was the opposite of hers but same layout. They also had their own private bathroom. The doorway was only accessible through their room. Maids would clean the rooms before lunch.
With her door locked, no one was able to come in. Her mother had given word to not disturb her. Sometimes, she would hear her convincing Cayden to leave. She pulled the covers over her head. Anemone still didn't want to deal with anyone today. This was her way of coping.
This was her way of not running away. Well... physically that is. She groaned into her pillow at the thought of how nothing changed. Her fairy prince had always been there to cheer her up. With him gone, it was hard to make do. He did say he was coming back, right?
Anemone was getting a headache for the constant searching. When she rolled over in exasperation on her bed, she looked out the window. Her bed was near the wall to the balcony so she was able to see the pots of flowers her mom had placed for decor. They seemed to be wilting from the lack of care.
If they died, her mom would be upset. Sighing, she slowly got up and put her blue slippers on. She still wore a white nightgown. Due to the weather getting colder, she put on her thick blue robe. Ever since she met her fairy prince, her favorite color was the blue of his eyes.
She touched her pendant. It always calmed her. From the day she put it on, she had not taken it off. Something about it made her unwilling to part from it. The color of the sapphire always reminded her of his eyes. Maybe that was why she was unwilling to part from it.
She hid the pendent under her dress and grabbed a vase. There was no watering pot to use. Filling the pot with water, she opened the door to her balcony. There was a slight breeze, the sun already high in the sky. It must be past lunch time, she thought. Her balcony had black railings.
Lush green vines twisted around them, small flowers sprinkling over the leaves. Her mother had left some big pots with small trees. The smaller pots were ferns that hung from the ceiling. Some pots were hanging flowers that needed to be trimmed. On the floor, long trench pots were filled with more flowers and herbs.
Watering them, she hummed softly. The plants seemed to perk from the water. Watching them, she smiled and softly sang. Her red hair, a loose braid, kept falling into the watered plants. She stood up and tried to pin her hair up. Her eyes were attracted to some movements. A pretty black hair girl with blue eyes was leaning on the balcony in the other townhouse. She smiled at Anemone and waved.