*Ariella*
I'm grabbing my room key, ready to head to dinner with Thalia, when she freezes, an intrigued look on her face. At our doorstep lies a flower, its petals a deep, enchanting midnight blue, illuminated only by the dim light of the corridor. It's out of place, a striking spot of color against the wooden floor, and there's a small card nestled beside it, reading, "A beautiful flower for my beautiful flower."
Thalia lets out a sigh, her voice tinged with a mix of amusement and resignation. "I'm pretty sure Kieran left this for you," she says, turning to me with a knowing look. Kieran has popped up near me countless times during the day, smiling at me, wishing me a good lesson, telling me I am beautiful, it is a bit overwhelming.
The flower, though, with its arresting beauty, sends
