It had been a year since Rago 'died' and Dynamis was back at the shire. He sat at his throne and stared at the night sky, it was beautiful. He looked to his side to one of the many rose bushes scattered around the holy grounds. He picked one of the rich purple roses and held it to his nose. Sniffing it he smiled as the fragrance reminded him of his deceased lover.

Dynamis went and picked a few more before standing and walking to his room. As he made his way down the halls the roses lined the walls. When he got to his room he sat on his bed. There on his bedside table was a crystallized vase containing dead, black flowers. With that smile still on his face Dynamis removed the corpses and replaced them with the fresh ones. Then took the dead ones and placed them into the nearest flower pot for the worms to decompose. He did this about every two weeks.

He loved purple roses. The smell, the feel, Dynamis loved all of it. Throughout the year Dynamis' body had healed to leave only one or two physical scar but the mental... There were to many to count. He yawned and went to bed. Yes he still missed Rago, he never stopped but without his support everything was hard.

After he was brought back Dynamis had a major mental breakdown and started rebuilding after that. Snuggling into the blankets Dynamis enhailed the tender and lingering scent of the roses. They reminded him so much of... He blushed as he closed his eyes and let his mind wonder his precious memories.

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