Phantom in the Petals

The late afternoon sun beat down, the air thick and soupy. He took a deep breath, trying to clear his mind, but the memories persisted, swirling around him like a bad dream.

Memories flickered at the edges of his consciousness, unwelcome ghosts refusing to be banished.

It was the same intoxicating perfume, heavy with jasmine and something far less innocent.

It had ripped something loose inside him.

Her perfume had been a blend of rare flowers, a scent that announced her presence long before she entered a room.

It was the same potent mix that always clung to Princess Ramona.

Ramona Ares.

The name alone was enough to send a chill down his spine.

Ramona had been the epitome of grace and beauty, with porcelain skin and fiery hair, her presence commanding attention and respect.

The daughter of a powerful king, Ramona had been everything a kingdom could want in a princess.

Poised, elegant, and ethereal.