'Shoot.'
Alex stood in the center of the clearing, adorned in his absurd floral disguise.
The young elvins' wide-eyed gazes of reverence felt more like spotlights burning into his very soul. He cursed inwardly, suppressing the urge to bury his face in his hands.
'Why did I agree to this?' he groaned internally. 'I knew this would happen. Who thought dressing up as a human bouquet was a good idea?'
His jaw tightened as a new thought struck him, one that made his cheeks burn even more. 'Which man would want to be 'flowery,' anyway? And if they did, they wouldn't be a man!'
He paused, letting out a small cough in his head. 'Okay, fine. Liking flowers and wanting to be one are two different things. Cough.' His thoughts spiraled for a moment before snapping back to the present.
Still, he had a role to play, and if he failed... well, he shuddered at the memory of the Queen's eerie smile.
