The Reign of Foxglove - Aftermath by Golavus, literature
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The Reign of Foxglove - Aftermath
‘Bluebell. Is going. To pay. For this.’
These were the thoughts of Crocus as, once again, she furiously attempted to shake away the magical ropes binding her hand and foot, but to no avail.
Behind her both sat the twins Rosie and Posie, both tied up just as she had been, with enchanted ropes (with little blue petals protruding from the hemp) fixing them all back to back so they formed a Y-shape on the floor; wings, arms and bodies all pressed tightly together while wearing dressing gowns over the undergarments they’d intended to wear under their bridesmaid dresses. The twins had both given up trying to get l
The Reign of Foxglove - Part 3 by Golavus, literature
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The Reign of Foxglove - Part 3
All around was silence. You could have heard a petal fall to the floor amid the stunned quietness permeating the gathered congregation. Grand Mage Lupin been sent through the Black River at Foxglove’s hand. How had he returned, now of all moments? But the longer the imperious mage stood defiantly in front of his son, the more they dared believe their eyes.
Foxglove was barely struggling to conceal his rage. He was trying so very hard to keep his cool, but it was taking every fibre of his being. Everyone could see streams of quintessence, like tongues of fire, beginning to stream from his eyes, as he clenched his fists and grinded h
The Reign of Foxglove - Part 2 by Golavus, literature
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The Reign of Foxglove - Part 2
“Eurgh, why do we have to be the ones to wear such thick veils over our faces?” chief bridesmaid Crocus complained loudly, her face contorting into an expression of disgust as she held up the white veil made out of the finest spidersilk in the land, attached to a headband made out of woven daisies which would conceal her facial features when worn.
“Well it is tradition,” second bridesmaid Rosie pointed out.
“Yeah, and these royal types are a stickler for tradition,” third bridesmaid Posie added, before quickly adding, “No offence your highness.”
Honeysuckle had barely heard
The Reign of Foxglove - Part 1 by Golavus, literature
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The Reign of Foxglove - Part 1
In memory of David Presents
Who so enjoyed Bluebell’s whimsical world, as I enjoyed his many whimsical worlds
Foxglove licked his lips as he stepped up to the podium, savouring the moment as he analysed the massive crowd spread below. Seeing the banners and flags bearing his name and the huge crowd gathered in Central Daffoville Square underneath his position on the royal balcony added further fuel to his already swollen ego, pushing his anticipation to almost feverish levels. As the residents of Daffoville below fixed their gaze on him, he cast an enchantment to make his voice louder and more resonant, then grasped the podium sides w
Bluebell and the IMFR - Final Part by Golavus, literature
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Bluebell and the IMFR - Final Part
Briar gave a loud, impatient huff as she fiddled with a strand of her long dark hair. “Where’s my food? I placed my order five minutes ago!”
“Sorry mistress Briar, this was all we could find for now,” Ollie announced as he darted across with a small package in hand. “The chefs in the upstairs cafeteria are working on something bigger for you.”
“Well tell them to speed it up!” Briar snapped as she snatched the small package from his hands. She unwrapped the shiny paper to reveal a strange, brown coloured food substance joined together in neat little squares. She gave it a suspici