KingDimitricametoagardenthatseemedfamiliartohim.
“I’vebeenherebefore”hethought,buthecouldn’trememberwhen.Fragrantjasminesclimbedalloverthefences,almostobliteratiructuretheygto.Redandwhiterosesandpinkhibiscusflourishedonthegroundbelowit.Thesetwospeciesofflowersbelongtotwodifferentclimatezones,butstrangelyenough,theyarebloomingtogether.KingDimitrilookedatthemassesrantgoldandsilverjasmineblossomsbeforehimandwaslostinthought.Heseemedtorememberasefromthepast.OnenighthehadgooseeDr.Elinaatherhouseforhiseyeexam.Usingherinstruments,Elinalookedilyintohiseyesatcle,almosttoughischeeks.Dimitriihefaiofherbreathahesoft,geouchers.Ah!Howhewishedtheclosetactcouldbeprolongedindefinitely,foreachsedofitrecious.HerememberedElinahadsilverbsoldenhairandsilverear-ringsohatnight.EliresponsiblebecauseitwasthemedicationshehadprescribedthatcausedDimitritolosehissightsoohanheshouldandturnedhimintoavictimofFate–ablindmaninthemundaneworld.Buthehilosophicaboutit.“It’sOk,Elina.Don’tbmeyourselftoomuch.IalwaysregainmysightintheKingdomofDreams.”
Once,whenSamanthawasattheheightofhercareerasafamousiionalmodel,KingDimitrihadpresentedherwithabouquethtred,long-stemmedrosesafterashowandshehadaccepteditwithherownhands.Hehasetedaboutitfordaysonend.Samanthawastheredrose,brilliantaiful,butalsothornyandhardtotouch.Herexpressionwasalwaysaloof,buthersocialskillswereimpeccable–agile,flexibleandadroit.Alltherichpyboyadmirerswhoflockedaroundherwouldlovetohaveaceatintimacy,butwereafraidtobeprickedbyherthorns.“IamhoohavesuchafamousflowerinmyKingdomofDreams”thoughtDimitri.
Thepinkhibiscusshiverediumnwiicallybeautiful,itlookeddelicate.Fromitssoft,tealsKingDimitriseemedtoseethelethargidtiredfeaturesofAngelica,ravagedbyendlesssleeplessnights.Herpale,anemiplexiouatedevenmoreherdeepblueeyes,seaiful,butalwaysressionofay.“Ah,Angelica!YourlifewasgiventoyoubyGod.Don’thurtitinanywayorthrowitawaytoocasually.HowIwishyoucainyourhealth,havesuffitbloodinyourbeautifulbody.Iamwaitingtoreadyourimmortalpoems.”
Inaerofthegardenwasthegracefulcssicflower–clivia.Unwillingtopetewithothersinshowingoffherbeauty,shebloomedtentlyandsilentlyinherer.Asaresult,wheherflowerswerefadedandgohebeautifulecliviatioflourishweekafterweek.Itspatiendlovetypifieshenurse,whotookcareofherrichbutailinghusband,thirtyyearshersenior.Afterhisdeath,NovelcametotheKingdomofDreamswithhercousinElina.
ThemagnoliablossomtuckedintoMara’shairtremblediumnwind.Marahadbeensingingoreetsallday,butthemoneyiinwasonlyenoughtobuyasandwidacupofcoffee.TheseshegenerouslysharedwithDimitri,eachalterakingturnsinbitingintothesandwidsippingthecoffee.Meagerthoughthesupperwasthatlefttheirstomachstillhungryandtheirbodiesstillcold,itidthefoundationfortheirlife-longfriendship.
“Howtimefliesby”thoughtKingDimitrigazingatsnowthithebraheplumtrees.“Theplumblossomsbravelysurvivetheweather.Inspiteofthewindandsnow,theystruggletobethefirstflowerstobloomandtobloomprofusely.OurLaverneislikethatwithherfearlesstenacity.Shetookonherslendershoulderstheburdenofsuppafamilyoherbyblood.Shetookcareoftheoldcoupleshecalledherparentsuntiltheydiedandtiolookaftertheirretardedson,Mark.Shegavemeherheart,butofferedherbodytoMark,herretardedbrother,likeasacrifithealtarofFate,tolethimtiohaveanormalfamilylifeandavesseltoventhissexualurges.Hernoblespiritofself-sacrificeisreallyadmirable.MegginnwhisperedtoQueenAisha,“KingDimitrihasbeenlostinhisreverielohanisusual.Doyouthinkweshouldwakehimup?”Afterthinkingforamoment,QueenAishareplied,“No.It’sbetternottodisturbhimbutlethimetonaturally.”
KingDimitribythenhadreturohisKingdomofDreams.Onamistym,aseaoffloaitingforthefirstcrackofdaear.Everyflowerwasalerttoandwaitingforthebirthoftheflowerfairy,theinationoftheEasterLily.Whenthefirstrayofsunshiratedthefogandlitupthepre-dawndarkness,anexquisitelybeautifulgirlwithlongsnow-whitehairwasseendanglightasthewind,half-floatingintheair.Theflowerfairywasborn–WhiteFairy!Thiswasaseofaballet,writtenanddirectedbyKingDimitri.
Anuredaothestage.ItwasNatalie,thecssicballetdaalndslim,shehadstylishposeandmatchlessgrace,elegandsymmetry,muchlikeagdioblossom.Thetwoofthemdaogetherseamlessly,perfectlychraphed.Nataliewasnotonlyadancer;shewasalsoatalentedposer.Shewoulduseapendsketchpicturesofposturesandmovementsastheycameintohermind.Thenshewouldstriogetherintoadahesesketchesweretherhythmofherlife,snatchesofhersilhouette.Thetwoofthemdanandonuntiltheycametothesideoftheke.
Maryranquicklytowardsthem,hergoldenhairflyingandshimmeringinthemsunlikeaseaofgoldendaffodils.KingDimitrirememberedseeingMaryforthefirsttimewhenshewasrunningtocatchherschoolbus.Justasnow,sheranwithhershiningandripplinggoldenhair,trailingbehihewind.ItwasamomentthatremaiampedinKingDimitri’smemory.
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