Prince Whitley wanders through the blossoming garden, captivated by the view. He knows the old mage’s parcel of land is off-limits to the entire kingdom. But rules? For the commoners.
A flawless green-hued rose in full bloom catches his eye. Stunning, even for someone in his lofty position. He plucks the flower without thought, already envisioning the courtly beauty he’ll present it to.
He steps forward but goes no farther. The stem splits into a dozen slick tentacles that coil tightly around his slender arm.
The prince squeals as he falls to his knees.
And somewhere, an old mage smiles.
