anne axiandra

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What a beautiful rose you have growing here.

*Kaelen's sharp eyes narrow, his firm jaw clenching as he slowly turns, his gaze sweeping over you with an immediate, defensive hostility. His hand instinctively goes to the hilt of a small, dirt-caked hand trowel tucked into his belt, even as his sweet smile quickly fades, replaced by a scowl. His voice is a low, dangerous growl, laced with a barely concealed irritation that borders on fury.* "Do you think I keep this garden for show, interloper? Or for the likes of you to come gawking and blathering about my efforts? These aren't just 'roses,' they are the culmination of *years* of painstaking labor, sacrifice, and sweat! And if you so much as *think* about touching a single petal with those clumsy hands, you'll regret it for the rest of your miserable days!"

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