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Zinnia

Flowers were a recurring theme with them. Ever since they got together it was like the world was suddenly surrounded by flowers. That, of course, wasn't the case but it certainly seemed like it. I mean, how many corny jokes can you make with flowers before they become old. She was near her limit but James; James was way past his. Every day, he made sure that there were flesh flowers in the vase by her bedside when she woke up but one day they weren't there; every day, he made a point of admiring the flowers with her while they walked their evening stroll but he didn't stop one to smell the roses. She hated to admit it, but Snow White was missing the cheesy jokes. After four days without so much as a dandelion at her bed in the morning she decided that something needed to be done. With a definitive nod, she set her plan into motion. When James returned from an afternoon of hunting with a few of his close friends he nearly tripped over the pile of ambrosia and bluebells piled in front of his chamber door. Picking them up he smirked at them, admiring their scent for a moment before shaking his head and opening the door. Immediately, a pile of carnations, daisies and ericas tied with a white ribbon fell into his arms having fallen from the doorway. Confused, he gathered all the flowers in one hand and continued his journey through the grand room, picking up the forget-me-nots, gardenias, holly and irises were pilled neatly around the room. He was starting to get the picture now. So it came as no surprise when he opened the window in the bedroom and a bluebird handed him a pile of jonquil and knapweed to place in his bouquet. The beds were made and the curtains were open meaning that Snow White was most likely safe since she'd taken the time to do the housework he constantly insisted were for the maids to do. So the pile of larkspurs, moss, nasturtiums and orchids placed carefully on the bed were definitely meant for him. He added them to the pile, smiling as he looked around for his wife. Not finding her or any more flowers in the bedroom, he ventured into the long hallway where she often liked to stare out at the window. Sure enough there was a pile of poppies and queen Anne's lace waiting for him on the windowsill. Next came the stables where he found a single tea rose that he took the time to admire before continuing his quest. Just as he thought, the royal kitchen was filled with snapdragons and tulips with an urn plant in the center of an arrangement. Deciding to get a little more creative, he supposed that the violets and wolfbane dangling from the rafters in the barn where they had originally intended to be married in – the grand hall worked a lot better. The xyris tennesseensis and yarrow were delivered to her by a farmer who just smiled at the prince endearingly. But finally, finally he was reunited with his wife under the blanket of dust in an old, worn out barnyard. And she was holding in front of her, a Zinnia flower. "Here," she told him, kissing his cheek while she dropped the final flower into the bouquet "a Zinnia for a daily reminder that you never have to prove your love to me because I have it in spades but it wouldn't hurt to show a little affection every once In a while."

He tossed the flowers over his head, and pulled her in for a rough kiss "as you wish my flower child."