–Maya–
White camellias meant many things.
Admiration.
Perfection.
Silent longing.
Maya knew all three meanings because she had spent years growing them. Or at least trying to.
The white camellia bush in front of her drooped miserably beneath the morning sun. Its petals were already browning. Its leaves curled inward. Its roots had begun to rot despite receiving the same care as every other plant in the garden.
Maya crouched beside it and gently brushed a wilted petal between her fingers. "I'm sorry," she mouthed soundlessly.
The flower did not recover.
It never did.
A familiar ache settled inside her chest.
No matter how carefully she watered them. No matter how much sunlight they received. No matter how desperately she wished otherwise.
Every flower she created eventually died. The gardeners said it was a curse. The other Ronas called it a defect. King Valir called it a disappointment.
Maya simply accepted it as truth.
Slowly, she rose to her feet and carried the watering can back toward the palace.
The golden cage awaited. As always.
The Palace of Blossoms stood at the heart of King Valir's kingdom. Visitors often described it as beautiful. Magnificent. A paradise.
They never saw it for what it truly was.
A prison.
The enormous glass conservatory stretched across several acres behind the royal palace. Exotic flowers bloomed beneath crystal ceilings. Marble pathways wound through colorful gardens. Golden fountains sparkled beneath sunlight.
Everything appeared perfect.
Everything was a lie.
Beyond the gardens stood rows upon rows of gilded cages. Some were shaped like gazebos. Others resembled miniature mansions. A few even had private courtyards. Luxury disguised the bars. Gold disguised ownership. Beauty disguised cruelty. Inside each cage, lived a Rona.
Maya stepped through the iron gate and entered the conservatory. Immediately, sweet floral scents overwhelmed her senses. Dozens of young women moved through the gardens wearing elegant gowns.
Some laughed together. Some practiced their abilities. Some sat beside fountains while attendants braided their hair.
To outsiders, they looked like princesses.
Maya knew better.
Princesses could leave.
She adjusted the long sleeves covering her wrists. The fabric shifted slightly. Beneath it lay faded chain marks. White scars against pale skin. Old reminders of failed escape attempts and punishment for never being able to create a healthy flower.
The scars on her back were easier to hide. The scars on the backs of her thighs even more so.
King Valir's overseers preferred punishment where no one could easily see it. A bruise on the face ruined appearances. Scars beneath clothing preserved value.
The memory made her stomach twist.
Maya lowered her gaze and continued walking pass a group of Ronas sitting near a marble fountain. One of them spotted her immediately.
"Look."
The whisper carried farther than intended. "The Wilted Flower is back."
Several girls turned. Some looked sympathetic. Others amused. One openly laughed.
Maya ignored them. Years of practice made that easy.
"Maybe the camellias survived this time." The laughter grew louder.
"I'll bet they didn't."
"Nothing survives her."
"Not even weeds."
Another round of giggles.
Maya kept walking.
The words still hurt. They always would. But responding had never changed anything. Especially when she couldn't speak.
One girl watched Maya more quietly than the others. A blonde Rona named Celeste. The most beautiful among them. Her flowers bloomed brighter than sunlight itself. King Valir often displayed her before important guests.
Unlike the others, Celeste did not laugh. She merely looked at Maya with a face that said she knew more than she should about Maya.
Maya disappeared down a side path before anyone could say more. The conservatory eventually opened into a less glamorous section of the palace grounds.
Most visitors never came here. Dying plants weren't worth displaying.
Neither was Maya.
Rows of neglected flowerbeds stretched toward a stone wall. Anything considered beyond saving was dumped here. Which made it the perfect place for Maya.
Wilted bushes.
Broken stems.
Only Maya's trees and grasses stood firm and healthy. But as a Rona, creating trees and grasses has no value. A Rona's value is in creating beautiful plants, which are mostly flowers. A Rona's value is becoming a decoration to King Valir's highest bidders. A Rona's value is in creating beauty, because beauty can be traded like property.
She knelt beside a dying rose bush. Its leaves were covered in black spots. Most gardeners would remove it soon. Maya reached out and carefully removed the diseased leaves.
The plant would probably die anyway.
Maya pitied the rose bushes. It doesn't deserve this, she thought to herself, it doesn't deserve me.
A soft chirp interrupted her thoughts. Maya looked up. The sound came again. This time from beneath a nearby hedge.
She set down her tools and pushed aside several branches when a tiny bird stared back. One wing hung awkwardly at its side. Injured. Again.
Maya carefully extended her hands. The bird hesitated. But moments later hopped into her palms.
"There you are," she mouthed.
The bird chirped softly.
Unlike people, animals rarely scare her nor make her wary. They didn't care whether flowers died around her. They didn't care about auctions. Or beauty. Or value. They never harmed her or made her anxious of not being good enough.
She carried the bird toward a small wooden shed hidden behind the gardens. Inside were dozens of makeshift nests.
A rabbit with a damaged leg. Three recovering doves. A fox cub missing part of an ear. One kitten. A family of squirrels.
Every injured creature she found eventually ended up here. The palace servants pretended not to notice. Most of them liked Maya. Or at least pitied her enough to ignore the rule violations.
She gently placed the bird into an empty nest. The creature immediately settled down.
Satisfied, Maya stroked its feathers. The bird nuzzled her finger. A tiny gesture yet warmth spread through her chest.
Moments like this were rare. She cherished every one of them.
Then a loud bell echoed across the conservatory, interrupting Maya's peaceful moment with her animals. She straightened. Familiar anxiousness shot through her chest.
Lunch.
The Ronas would gather shortly. With reluctance, she left the shed behind. If the overseers caught her missing lunch again... Maya dreaded what punishment she would receive.
The dining hall occupied the center of the conservatory. Crystal chandeliers sparkled overhead. Servants moved between tables carrying elaborate meals. But the luxury only masks the gruesome cage the Ronas were in. Dozens of overseers stood to watch over the Ronas, making sure none of them dare to dream of freedom. They held whips, knives, and ropes –they had the authority to punish and instill cruelty to every Rona as they deemed fit. Most of them distanced themselves from the Ronas, because Valir would kill an overseer that dares touch his Ronas on the spot. Even laying their eyes on the Ronas could cost them their eyes. But sometimes, there were overseers that just love to inflict pain without reason, they would whip the Ronas out of the blue then acted as if they did nothing. Or tripped the Ronas without offering an apology. Those overseers almost always sought Maya to satisfy their sadisms. Because Valir could not care less about a 'defect' Rona.
Every Rona received excellent nutritious food. Excellent clothing. As long as they remained obedient. As long as they remained valuable.
Maya slid quietly into her usual seat. Several conversations continued around her. Most centered on the same topic.
Marriage.
"Prince Adrian visited yesterday," said Bella, a Rona specialized in yellow flowers.
"I heard he asked about Serena," Amethyst answered.
"No, he wants Celeste." Maureen chuckled
"Of course, he wants Celeste." Bella rolled her eyes, obviously jealous of Celeste's ability.
Laughter followed.
Another girl sighed dreamily. "I hope a prince chooses me as his princess someday."
"You still believe that?" Serena asked sternly.
"Why not?"
"Because princes don't come here looking for wives." Unexpectedly, it was Celeste who answered. Despite her being Valir's favorite, she was always the one grounding all the Ronas from unrealistic dreams. It made Maya wonder if being Valir's favorite actually comes with a cost –one that made Celeste always look sad.
Silence briefly followed. The uncomfortable truth settled over the table.
Everyone knew it. Few dared say it aloud.
The Ronas were not courted. They were purchased.
A prince.
A king.
A duke.
A wealthy merchant.
Whoever could pay.
That was all.
Maya lowered her eyes to her meal. She had witnessed enough auctions to understand. Some girls left smiling, certain their future husbands would adore them. Others cried. Some screamed. All never returned.
No one ever discussed those girls afterward. As if speaking their names might attract the same fate –though, it was the same fate that befell all of them... eventually.
A servant appeared beside Maya. She blinked in surprise when he slipped a small plate beside her.
Two extra pastries. Her favorite.
The elderly servant winked discreetly before walking away. Maya smiled to thank her. Tiny acts of kindness existed even here. Sometimes they were enough.
Sometimes.
The afternoon passed much like every other for Maya.
Gardening. Cleaning. Tending injured animals. Avoiding attention.
By evening, the sky beyond the glass ceiling had turned orange. Maya found herself back beside the dying camellia bush. The petals had worsened. Several blossoms lay scattered across the ground. She crouched beside the plant once more.
Perhaps she was foolish. Perhaps she simply understood what it meant to be unwanted. The flower and she shared that much.
Slowly, Maya placed her hand against the stem. The familiar warmth of her magic stirred beneath her skin. A faint glow emerged around her fingertips.
Most Ronas could create breathtaking flowers. Golden roses. Crystal lilies. Moon orchids. Entire gardens bloomed at their command and flowers answered their charms as though they were made for each other.
Maya never felt a closeness to flowers like the other Ronas. Perhaps because all of her flowers wither almost immediately. It felt...
Broken.
Wrong.
Still, she tried.
A tiny white blossom emerged. For one glorious second, it was beautiful. Perfect.
Then it withered. The petals darkened. The stem collapsed. The flower died. Just like every flower before it.
Maya withdrew her hand. Her chest tightened painfully.
"I'm sorry," she whispered to the flower.
A shadow suddenly fell across the garden.
Maya looked up.
Celeste walked elegantly toward her. No mockery, no pity. It was just beautiful sadness painted on Celeste's face. "It''s just me," she said to Maya, "you don't have to pretend in front of me."
Maya flinched at that. She quickly regained composure. "I don't know what you are talking about."
The other girl didn't push Maya any further. She simply crouched next to Maya, looking at the withered white camellia in front of them.
"I wish I can make my flowers wither like you do," she whispered, "perhaps living like you is easier."
Maya's heart ran gallops. The things Celeste had said could be ground for punishment by the overseers. She quickly look around them, making sure Celeste's treacherous words were only heard by the two of them.
"Relax," Celeste continued, "the overseers are watching the other Ronas at the garden. I asked them to let me breathe for a while."
At that, Maya glared at Celeste.
Understanding what Maya meant with the glare, Celeste only chuckled, "Yes, yes, I know. Being a Rona favored by the King has its perks." Her eyes darkened. They glistened with tears. "But really, being favored by Valir is just like this whittered White Camellia. I have died inside, Maya. I am tired. I wish I could deflect Valir's obsession from me, but no Ronas can wither their own creation..."
"... except you." Celeste looked Maya in the eye. "I never once believed you are a defect, Maya."
Maya shook her head, implying that Celeste didn't know what she was talking about. Though, Maya would never want Celeste's spotlight. Because her spotlight came with dripping invisible wounds and a bleeding heart. She knew best how Celeste had been forced to serve Valir and his guests numerous times. As if Celeste's body was nothing but a soulless vessel to fulfil their desires.
However, what Celeste said was true. Ronas were only blessed with the power to grow flowers, not to wither them. Compared to others' blessings, Maya's blessing was a defect.
"You shouldn't envy me," Maya said in a low voice, "You should envy those who are not Ronas."
Celeste stayed silent, urging Maya to speak more. But Maya never spoke more than necessary to humans, especially to men. So, Celeste gave up waiting for Maya's explanation.
The sun dipped below the horizon. Darkness crept across the conservatory. Celeste was eventually summoned by Valir for a 'private' event while Maya remained beside the camellias. She pitied Celeste. Her heart went out to Celeste, and thought, 'Perhaps even too much beauty is a curse.'
A cold breeze drifted through the gardens. Somewhere beyond the palace walls, wolves howled. The sound carried strangely through the night.
Maya closed her eyes. For a moment, she imagined what freedom might feel like. What would life feel like without the gilded cage, without the 'defect' label –a world where Ronas aren't treated like property.
A forest. Fresh air. Animals.
No cages. No auctions. No chains. No kings.
The fantasy lasted only seconds.
Reality returned quickly. Reality always did.
A sudden commotion erupted near the main entrance. Voices echoed through the conservatory. Servants hurried along the pathways. Excitement buzzed through the air.
Maya frowned.
One of the overseers climbed onto a marble platform overlooking the gardens. Every Rona turned toward him. The man smiled broadly.
Far too broadly.
"Attention, ladies," he said.
Immediately, conversations ceased.
"The annual royal auction will take place in one month."
Excited whispers and worry exploded throughout the conservatory. Some girls squealed with delight. Others clasped their hands together hopefully. Several immediately began discussing potential buyers.
Maya felt her stomach sink.
Not again.
The overseer continued speaking.
"Representatives from numerous kingdoms have already confirmed attendance."
More excitement. More anticipation. More dreams.
"The highest bidders will receive the honor of taking home some of our precious Ronas."
The crowd erupted in mixed reaction.
Maya stood frozen.
Around her, some girls imagined crowns. Castles. Handsome princes. Happy futures.
Maya imagined chains.
The overseer finally raised his hands for silence.
"There will be evaluations beginning tomorrow."
A collective gasp.
Everyone knew what that meant.
Abilities would be tested. Beauty assessed. Value determined.
Maya's fingers unconsciously tightened around her sleeves. Around the scars hidden beneath them.
Worthless.
The word echoed inside her mind.
Worthless flowers. Worthless magic. Worthless Rona.
The overseer dismissed them moments later.
The girls scattered in groups. Only Maya remained where she was. Beside the dying camellias.
The evening wind stirred the flower petals at her feet. One detached from the bush and drifted downward.
White.
Fragile.
Beautiful.
Already dying.
Maya caught the petal before it reached the ground. For reasons she could not explain, unease settled deep inside her chest. As though the approaching auction would change everything. And not for the better.
Slowly, she looked toward the distant palace towering above the conservatory. Its golden windows gleamed beneath the fading sunset.
A gilded cage. No different from the rest.
The white petal crumbled in her hand.
She felt something stirred inside her. She felt the foreboding sense that something was happening. And somewhere beyond the horizon, fate had already begun moving toward her.
