At the front yard of the Viscarrian palace, Lady Melrose had chosen to take a little stroll in the front garden, feeling that the morning weather was pleasantly chilly and she was in a great mood to take a walk--or so it seemed.
Making her way through the concrete path with Anna sticking by her side, she unplanningly paused in her steps after catching sight of the beautiful flowers that were almost withering at her left side. Their petals were no longer looking succulent and half of them were drying up greatly.
The sight of the withered flowers didn't really appeal to her tranquil gaze. She suddenly crouched and plucked out one of the dry flowers with such care and gentleness.
It was a rose flower that was already getting past its season but to Anna's amazement, the withering flower gradually bloomed in her hands until all the petals were looking fresh and attractive once again.
