#flamingo lily

[laysplace]

Anthurium andraenum. She’s considered one of the least important of the anthuriums, but the Flamingo Lily such a beauty. We have new inflos growing in this year, and she’s keeping those huge regal leaves.

#anthurium #common house plants #houseplants #flamingo lily #plant photography

[muttball]

Anthurium

Anthurium andraeanum, commonly called flamingo lily or painter's palette, is native to Colombia and Ecuador. It is an epiphytic evergreen tropical perennial of the Arum family that is most noted for its attractive waxy, palette-shaped, bright red spathes and contrasting dark green foliage. (photo by D.Scott Lee.

#plants #tropical #flamingo lily #evergreen #anthurium andraeanum #gardening #garden #painters palette #arum

[plants-and-daydreams]

I finished glueing down all of these pressings I did of various plants I’ve found outside or that have dropped off of my plants. My neck and back were so sore after finishing.

Also, none of you will know how hard it was to take a photo of this without ruining the picture with me and my phone reflecting off the glass (the flash helped to take this away though).

#plant blog #plantblr #my photgraphy #flowers #pressed flowers #pressed plants #pressed leaves #craft #crafts #crafty #picture frame #picture frames #no reposting #difficult but a worthy endeavor #flower #leaf #leaves #violets #holly #bradford pear #flowering dogwood #clovers #three leaf clover #lyreleaf sage #fittonia #periwinkle #bamboo leaves #flamingo lily #geranium #henbit

[denastudio]

Lily Allen's bedroom, in Architectural Digest

#Architectural Digest #AD #lily allen #pink #pink flamingos #wallpaper #interiors #interior design

[stanford-photography]

Toned Anthurium

#© Jeff Stanford #Anthurium Flamingo #Flora Photographica #photographers on tumblr #warm toned #paper texture #Film grain #lily #Canon 5D

[gagesfall]

#flowers #red heart #flaming lily #tail flower #painted tongue #flamingo flower #anthurium #b&w #Black N White

[philoldendronindoor]

Anthurium

Anthurium

Anthurium flower plant is most famous in floral world. Anthurium andraeanum characteristic feature is an indoor ornamental plant with bright coloured spathe leaf. It can be propagated through seed, cuttings and tissue culture method.

Types

Anthuriums flower has more 1000 species depending upon their foliage leaves. There are tropical anthuriums, anthuriums passion pink, anthuriums chocolate, flame red, Mauritius white and sunshine orange.

Red anthuriums flowers symbolize hospitality. It's referred as Flamingo Lily or painters palette. Tropical anthurium possesses attractive long-lasting inflorescence. Spadix is too short.

Anthurium passion pink

The pink colour plant is commonly referred to as an oilcloth flower and laceleaf. The pink colour flower calyx is too shiny to touch. Anthurium passion pink is a cut flower, potted flowering, foliage plant and an ornamental plant. Passion is a semi-terrestrial herbaceous plant. Pink flower leaves are long, tender, shiny and heart-shaped leaves.

Anthurium chocolate

This Anthuriums is a monocotyledonous plant. Air-purifying plant nasa blooms arise from the leaf axil and produce flowers on each leaf which are too attractive. Anthurium chocolate flower leaves are long, Passion requires low temperatures and is popular as a pot plant. This plant is the ornamental shade plant and flower plant.

Anthurium flame red

It has a gorgeous look for its lovely blooming. Keeping Anthurium flame red fully indoors may not produce flowers, bright light is important to produce flowering. These look like shiny dark green and heart-shaped leaves.

Anthurium Mauritius white

This anthuriums plant gets its name as its little spirit of nature. Anthurium Mauritius white flowers blooms all year round. Its splendid appearance can reduce human stress. This anthuriums flower is a rare species. Anthuriums flower plants are harvested a week. White petals resemble peace and positivity. Spathe has a gorgeous look.

Anthurium sunshine orange

Anthuriums andraeanum plant is a NASA air purifier plant. Even every leaf carries flowers which are a sunshine orange colour. Anthurium sunshine orange is an evergreen tropical shrub flower. This flower is mainly used as focal arrangement for its colourful spathe. This is one of the best vastu plants.

Soil

Love to grow in well-drained soil which can prevent the rotting of roots and stem. Anthurium andraeanum has an epiphytic aerial roots system. Anthuriums flamingo flower well grown in coconut husk.

Watering

Anthuriums requires regular watering. This is a moisture-loving plant. Flamingo flower fleshy roots absorb huge water. Prompt watering enhances shoot growth. Watered in the early morning. Maintain relative humidity ranges between 70-80%.

Sunlight

If planted as an indoor plant the pots placed near window sides (southwest direction) to getting best sunlight. If a garden plants needs bright light but not exposure to direct sunlight. Bright light enhances the bright colour spathe, velvety leaves.

Fertilizer

Application of well-decomposed organic manure at two months intervals. Flamingo flower soil mixed with manure, coco peat, and dried leaves. Add banana peels contain phosphorous, iron and calcium.

Repotting

Repot the anthuriums plant at one year intervals. After six months the plant is ready for transplanting. At the time of repotting gently remove the plant from pots without damaging the root parts.

Pruning

Prune the dried and old leaves. Remove the dried or mature flowers. Avoid over prune the plant.

Benefits

Best air purifier plants proved by NASA. Makes the environment with positivity. This plant reduces human stress. Its leaves clean the air from formaldehyde and xylene. This plant produces oxygen. Easy to propagate by tissue culture methods.

“Go green or we all will scream” Anthurium andraeanum air-purifier plant Blog created by: Santhionlineplants

#anthurium #Anthurium flower plant is most famous in floral world. Anthurium andraeanum characteristic feature is an indoor ornamental plant with brigh #cuttings and tissue culture method. #Types #varieties #Anthuriums flower has more 1000 species depending upon their foliage leaves. There are tropical anthuriums #anthuriums passion pink #anthuriums chocolate #flame red #Mauritius white and sunshine orange. #Tropical anthurium #Red anthuriums flowers symbolize hospitality. It's referred as Flamingo Lily or painters palette. Tropical anthurium possesses attractive l #Anthurium passion pink #anthurium passion pink #The pink colour plant is commonly referred to as an oilcloth flower and laceleaf. The pink colour flower calyx is too shiny to touch. Anthu #potted flowering #foliage plant and an ornamental plant. Passion is a semi-terrestrial herbaceous plant. Pink flower leaves are long #tender #shiny and heart-shaped leaves. #Anthurium chocolate #anthurium chocolate #This Anthuriums is a monocotyledonous plant. Air-purifying plant nasa blooms arise from the leaf axil and produce flowers on each leaf whic #Passion requires low temperatures and is popular as a pot plant. This plant is the ornamental shade plant and flower plant. #Anthurium flame red #anthurium flame red #It has a gorgeous look for its lovely blooming. Keeping Anthurium flame red fully indoors may not produce flowers #bright light is important to produce flowering. These look like shiny dark green and heart-shaped leaves. #Anthurium Mauritius white #anthurium mauritius white #This anthuriums plant gets its name as its little spirit of nature. Anthurium Mauritius white flowers blooms all year round. Its splendid a

[philodendronleaves]

Anthurium

Anthurium

Anthurium flower plant is most famous in floral world. Anthurium andraeanum characteristic feature is an indoor ornamental plant with bright coloured spathe leaf. It can be propagated through seed, cuttings and tissue culture method.

Types

Anthuriums flower has more 1000 species depending upon their foliage leaves. There are tropical anthuriums, anthuriums passion pink, anthuriums chocolate, flame red, Mauritius white and sunshine orange.

Tropical anthurium

Red anthuriums flowers symbolize hospitality. It's referred as Flamingo Lily or painters palette. Tropical anthurium possesses attractive long-lasting inflorescence. Spadix is too short.

Anthurium passion pink

The pink colour plant is commonly referred to as an oilcloth flower and laceleaf. The pink colour flower calyx is too shiny to touch. Anthurium passion pink is a cut flower, potted flowering, foliage plant and an ornamental plant. Passion is a semi-terrestrial herbaceous plant. Pink flower leaves are long, tender, shiny and heart-shaped leaves.

Anthurium chocolate

This Anthuriums is a monocotyledonous plant. Air-purifying plant nasa blooms arise from the leaf axil and produce flowers on each leaf which are too attractive. Anthurium chocolate flower leaves are long, Passion requires low temperatures and is popular as a pot plant. This plant is the ornamental shade plant and flower plant.

Anthurium flame red

It has a gorgeous look for its lovely blooming. Keeping Anthurium flame red fully indoors may not produce flowers, bright light is important to produce flowering. These look like shiny dark green and heart-shaped leaves.

Anthurium Mauritius white

This anthuriums plant gets its name as its little spirit of nature. Anthurium Mauritius white flowers blooms all year round. Its splendid appearance can reduce human stress. This anthuriums flower is a rare species. Anthuriums flower plants are harvested a week. White petals resemble peace and positivity. Spathe has a gorgeous look.

Anthurium sunshine orange

Anthuriums andraeanum plant is a NASA air purifier plant. Even every leaf carries flowers which are a sunshine orange colour. Anthurium sunshine orange is an evergreen tropical shrub flower. This flower is mainly used as focal arrangement for its colourful spathe. This is one of the best vastu plants.

Soil

Love to grow in well-drained soil which can prevent the rotting of roots and stem. Anthurium andraeanum has an epiphytic aerial roots system. Anthuriums flamingo flower well grown in coconut husk.

Watering

Anthuriums requires regular watering. This is a moisture-loving plant. Flamingo flower fleshy roots absorb huge water. Prompt watering enhances shoot growth. Watered in the early morning. Maintain relative humidity ranges between 70-80%.

Sunlight

If planted as an indoor plant the pots placed near window sides (southwest direction) to getting best sunlight. If a garden plants needs bright light but not exposure to direct sunlight. Bright light enhances the bright colour spathe, velvety leaves.

Fertilizer

Application of well-decomposed organic manure at two months intervals. Flamingo flower soil mixed with manure, coco peat, and dried leaves. Add banana peels contain phosphorous, iron and calcium.

Repotting

Repot the anthuriums plant at one year intervals. After six months the plant is ready for transplanting. At the time of repotting gently remove the plant from pots without damaging the root parts.

Pruning

Prune the dried and old leaves. Remove the dried or mature flowers. Avoid over prune the plant.

Benefits

Best air purifier plants proved by NASA. Makes the environment with positivity. This plant reduces human stress. Its leaves clean the air from formaldehyde and xylene. This plant produces oxygen. Easy to propagate by tissue culture methods.

“Go green or we all will scream”

#Anthurium #Anthurium flower plant is most famous in floral world. Anthurium andraeanum characteristic feature is an indoor ornamental plant with brigh #cuttings and tissue culture method. #Types #Anthuriums flower has more 1000 species depending upon their foliage leaves. There are tropical anthuriums #anthuriums passion pink #anthuriums chocolate #flame red #Mauritius white and sunshine orange. #Tropical anthurium #Red anthuriums flowers symbolize hospitality. It's referred as Flamingo Lily or painters palette. Tropical anthurium possesses attractive l #Anthurium passion pink #The pink colour plant is commonly referred to as an oilcloth flower and laceleaf. The pink colour flower calyx is too shiny to touch. Anthu #potted flowering #foliage plant and an ornamental plant. Passion is a semi-terrestrial herbaceous plant. Pink flower leaves are long #tender #shiny and heart-shaped leaves. #Anthurium chocolate #This Anthuriums is a monocotyledonous plant. Air-purifying plant nasa blooms arise from the leaf axil and produce flowers on each leaf whic #Passion requires low temperatures and is popular as a pot plant. This plant is the ornamental shade plant and flower plant. #Anthurium flame red #It has a gorgeous look for its lovely blooming. Keeping Anthurium flame red fully indoors may not produce flowers #bright light is important to produce flowering. These look like shiny dark green and heart-shaped leaves. #Anthurium Mauritius white #This anthuriums plant gets its name as its little spirit of nature. Anthurium Mauritius white flowers blooms all year round. Its splendid a #Anthurium sunshine orange #Anthuriums andraeanum plant is a NASA air purifier plant. Even every leaf carries flowers which are a sunshine orange colour. Anthurium sun #Soil #Love to grow in well-drained soil which can prevent the rotting of roots and stem. Anthurium andraeanum has an epiphytic aerial roots syste #Watering

[phildendron]

Anthurium

Anthurium

Anthurium flower plant is most famous in floral world. Anthurium andraeanum characteristic feature is an indoor ornamental plant with bright coloured spathe leaf. It can be propagated through seed, cuttings and tissue culture method.

Types

Anthuriums flower has more 1000 species depending upon their foliage leaves. There are tropical anthuriums, anthuriums passion pink, anthuriums chocolate, flame red, Mauritius white and sunshine orange.

Tropical anthurium

Red anthuriums flowers symbolize hospitality. It's referred as Flamingo Lily or painters palette. Tropical anthurium possesses attractive long-lasting inflorescence. Spadix is too short.

Anthurium passion pink

The pink colour plant is commonly referred to as an oilcloth flower and laceleaf. The pink colour flower calyx is too shiny to touch. Anthurium passion pink is a cut flower, potted flowering, foliage plant and an ornamental plant. Passion is a semi-terrestrial herbaceous plant. Pink flower leaves are long, tender, shiny and heart-shaped leaves.

Anthurium chocolate

This Anthuriums is a monocotyledonous plant. Air-purifying plant nasa blooms arise from the leaf axil and produce flowers on each leaf which are too attractive. Anthurium chocolate flower leaves are long, Passion requires low temperatures and is popular as a pot plant. This plant is the ornamental shade plant and flower plant.

Anthurium flame red

It has a gorgeous look for its lovely blooming. Keeping Anthurium flame red fully indoors may not produce flowers, bright light is important to produce flowering. These look like shiny dark green and heart-shaped leaves.

Anthurium Mauritius white

This anthuriums plant gets its name as its little spirit of nature. Anthurium Mauritius white flowers blooms all year round. Its splendid appearance can reduce human stress. This anthuriums flower is a rare species. Anthuriums flower plants are harvested a week. White petals resemble peace and positivity. Spathe has a gorgeous look.

Anthurium sunshine orange

Anthuriums andraeanum plant is a NASA air purifier plant. Even every leaf carries flowers which are a sunshine orange colour. Anthurium sunshine orange is an evergreen tropical shrub flower. This flower is mainly used as focal arrangement for its colourful spathe. This is one of the best vastu plants.

Soil

Love to grow in well-drained soil which can prevent the rotting of roots and stem. Anthurium andraeanum has an epiphytic aerial roots system. Anthuriums flamingo flower well grown in coconut husk.

Watering

Anthuriums requires regular watering. This is a moisture-loving plant. Flamingo flower fleshy roots absorb huge water. Prompt watering enhances shoot growth. Watered in the early morning. Maintain relative humidity ranges between 70-80%.

Sunlight

If planted as an indoor plant the pots placed near window sides (southwest direction) to getting best sunlight. If a garden plants needs bright light but not exposure to direct sunlight. Bright light enhances the bright colour spathe, velvety leaves.

Fertilizer

Application of well-decomposed organic manure at two months intervals. Flamingo flower soil mixed with manure, coco peat, and dried leaves. Add banana peels contain phosphorous, iron and calcium.

Repotting

Repot the anthuriums plant at one year intervals. After six months the plant is ready for transplanting. At the time of repotting gently remove the plant from pots without damaging the root parts.

Pruning

Prune the dried and old leaves. Remove the dried or mature flowers. Avoid over prune the plant.

Benefits

Best air purifier plants proved by NASA. Makes the environment with positivity. This plant reduces human stress. Its leaves clean the air from formaldehyde and xylene. This plant produces oxygen. Easy to propagate by tissue culture methods.

“Go green or we all will scream” Anthurium andraeanum air-purifier plant Blog created by: Santhionlineplants

#Anthurium #anthurium #Anthurium flower plant is most famous in floral world. Anthurium andraeanum characteristic feature is an indoor ornamental plant with brigh #cuttings and tissue culture method. #Types #varieties #Anthuriums flower has more 1000 species depending upon their foliage leaves. There are tropical anthuriums #anthuriums passion pink #anthuriums chocolate #flame red #Mauritius white and sunshine orange. #Tropical anthurium #Red anthuriums flowers symbolize hospitality. It's referred as Flamingo Lily or painters palette. Tropical anthurium possesses attractive l #Anthurium passion pink #anthurium passion pink #The pink colour plant is commonly referred to as an oilcloth flower and laceleaf. The pink colour flower calyx is too shiny to touch. Anthu #potted flowering #foliage plant and an ornamental plant. Passion is a semi-terrestrial herbaceous plant. Pink flower leaves are long #tender #shiny and heart-shaped leaves. #Anthurium chocolate #anthurium chocolate #This Anthuriums is a monocotyledonous plant. Air-purifying plant nasa blooms arise from the leaf axil and produce flowers on each leaf whic #Passion requires low temperatures and is popular as a pot plant. This plant is the ornamental shade plant and flower plant. #Anthurium flame red #anthurium flame red #It has a gorgeous look for its lovely blooming. Keeping Anthurium flame red fully indoors may not produce flowers #bright light is important to produce flowering. These look like shiny dark green and heart-shaped leaves. #Anthurium Mauritius white #anthurium mauritius white

[philodendronplant]

Anthurium

Anthurium

Anthurium flower plant is most famous in floral world. Anthurium andraeanum characteristic feature is an indoor ornamental plant with bright coloured spathe leaf. It can be propagated through seed, cuttings and tissue culture method.

Types

Anthuriums flower has more 1000 species depending upon their foliage leaves. There are tropical anthuriums, anthuriums passion pink, anthuriums chocolate, flame red, Mauritius white and sunshine orange.

Tropical anthurium

Red anthuriums flowers symbolize hospitality. It's referred as Flamingo Lily or painters palette. Tropical anthurium possesses attractive long-lasting inflorescence. Spadix is too short.

Anthurium passion pink

The pink colour plant is commonly referred to as an oilcloth flower and laceleaf. The pink colour flower calyx is too shiny to touch. Anthurium passion pink is a cut flower, potted flowering, foliage plant and an ornamental plant. Passion is a semi-terrestrial herbaceous plant. Pink flower leaves are long, tender, shiny and heart-shaped leaves.

Anthurium chocolate

This Anthuriums is a monocotyledonous plant. Air-purifying plant nasa blooms arise from the leaf axil and produce flowers on each leaf which are too attractive. Anthurium chocolate flower leaves are long, Passion requires low temperatures and is popular as a pot plant. This plant is the ornamental shade plant and flower plant.

Anthurium flame red

It has a gorgeous look for its lovely blooming. Keeping Anthurium flame red fully indoors may not produce flowers, bright light is important to produce flowering. These look like shiny dark green and heart-shaped leaves.

Anthurium Mauritius white

This anthuriums plant gets its name as its little spirit of nature. Anthurium Mauritius white flowers blooms all year round. Its splendid appearance can reduce human stress. This anthuriums flower is a rare species. Anthuriums flower plants are harvested a week. White petals resemble peace and positivity. Spathe has a gorgeous look.

Anthurium sunshine orange

Anthuriums andraeanum plant is a NASA air purifier plant. Even every leaf carries flowers which are a sunshine orange colour. Anthurium sunshine orange is an evergreen tropical shrub flower. This flower is mainly used as focal arrangement for its colourful spathe. This is one of the best vastu plants.

Soil

Love to grow in well-drained soil which can prevent the rotting of roots and stem. Anthurium andraeanum has an epiphytic aerial roots system. Anthuriums flamingo flower well grown in coconut husk.

Watering

Anthuriums requires regular watering. This is a moisture-loving plant. Flamingo flower fleshy roots absorb huge water. Prompt watering enhances shoot growth. Watered in the early morning. Maintain relative humidity ranges between 70-80%.

Sunlight

If planted as an indoor plant the pots placed near window sides (southwest direction) to getting best sunlight. If a garden plants needs bright light but not exposure to direct sunlight. Bright light enhances the bright colour spathe, velvety leaves.

Fertilizer

Application of well-decomposed organic manure at two months intervals. Flamingo flower soil mixed with manure, coco peat, and dried leaves. Add banana peels contain phosphorous, iron and calcium.

Repotting

Repot the anthuriums plant at one year intervals. After six months the plant is ready for transplanting. At the time of repotting gently remove the plant from pots without damaging the root parts.

Pruning

Prune the dried and old leaves. Remove the dried or mature flowers. Avoid over prune the plant.

Benefits

Best air purifier plants proved by NASA. Makes the environment with positivity. This plant reduces human stress. Its leaves clean the air from formaldehyde and xylene. This plant produces oxygen. Easy to propagate by tissue culture methods.

“Go green or we all will scream” Anthurium andraeanum air-purifier plant Blog created by: Santhionlineplants

Ramajayam

#Anthurium #anthurium #Anthurium flower plant is most famous in floral world. Anthurium andraeanum characteristic feature is an indoor ornamental plant with brigh #cuttings and tissue culture method. #Types #varieties #Anthuriums flower has more 1000 species depending upon their foliage leaves. There are tropical anthuriums #anthuriums passion pink #anthuriums chocolate #flame red #Mauritius white and sunshine orange. #Tropical anthurium #Red anthuriums flowers symbolize hospitality. It's referred as Flamingo Lily or painters palette. Tropical anthurium possesses attractive l #Anthurium passion pink #anthurium passion pink #The pink colour plant is commonly referred to as an oilcloth flower and laceleaf. The pink colour flower calyx is too shiny to touch. Anthu #potted flowering #foliage plant and an ornamental plant. Passion is a semi-terrestrial herbaceous plant. Pink flower leaves are long #tender #shiny and heart-shaped leaves. #Anthurium chocolate #anthurium chocolate #This Anthuriums is a monocotyledonous plant. Air-purifying plant nasa blooms arise from the leaf axil and produce flowers on each leaf whic #Passion requires low temperatures and is popular as a pot plant. This plant is the ornamental shade plant and flower plant. #Anthurium flame red #anthurium flame red #It has a gorgeous look for its lovely blooming. Keeping Anthurium flame red fully indoors may not produce flowers #bright light is important to produce flowering. These look like shiny dark green and heart-shaped leaves. #Anthurium Mauritius white #anthurium mauritius white

[justbasicwork]

White Anthurium Flower

Nell had photographed this with the budget Canon 55-250mm STM lens. This lens is made of plastic right down to its mount but they (we got two copies of this so that we could both use one at the same time) have served us well for a few years now.

#anthurium #flora and fauna #flora photography #gardening #calla lily #white flamingo flower #canon 55-250mm stm #canon eos-m5 #photographers on tumblr

[jareckiworld]

Jan Peter Tripp — Lily and Flamingo Flower (mixed media on panel, 1990)

#Jan Peter Tripp #german art #conceptual art #postmodern art

[crimsonicarus]

I have no clue if my original idea makes sense so the galex pics are alex povs, the paintings are george's

Paintings by claude Monet: Nympheas Reflets Verts (Detail), 1914-1918. Blue water lilies, 1917-1919. Water lilies ponde series 1914-1919. Nymphéas, 1917-1919. The water lili pond series, 1899. Water lilies pond series 1914-1919. Water lilies series, 1917-1919. Quotes: Ben Folds, The luckiest - Unknown - Michael Cantin, Literary sexts - Olivia Gatwood, The lover as a cult - Jay vespertine - Françoise Sagan, Bonjour Tristesse - Pablo Neruda, Ode to an apple - Hélène Cixous, Oliver de Serresa A single passion to witness: Love itself in the letter box - Iain S. Thomas, I wrote this for you - Fredrik Backman, Us against you - Mackenzie Hipple - J. Karl Bogartte, A curious night for a double eclipse - Sanober Khan, A Thousand Flamingos - Beau Taplin.

#galex #george russell #alex albon #f1edit #f1 edit #f1 web weaving #my edit #williams racing #mercedes amg petronas

[childrenofthesun77]

The C3 lady who came to kuro and gear to request from the servamps to kill the count:

Seems to be the same female head of the alicein family we saw when the two barriers meant to seal melancholy, envy and sloth were discussed:

(Which I guess should have been obvious from her flamingo walking cane, it's a reference to alice in wonderland).

After the reveal that lily was pretty much behind freaking everything else already I guess it's not really a suprise, but at least to me this sounds like he could have been the driving force behind C3's request to kill the count as well.

Edit:

Yeah, that's also her and the man with the brooch and his hair in a side ponytail...is lily:

#servamp #servamp lily #Lily's decision to tie himself to a family of powerful magicians and C3 leaders really paid off #and magicians also only exist because the count gave them his blood to drink #I think he wanted C3 to exist as a tool #and indeed they did a good job keeping his blood body and jinn stored until he was ready for the ritual that would make him one with kuro

[lyralit]

[ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪʙᴇ] ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀꜱ

[under the break bc this is really long]

red

lipstick

cherry

blood

crimson

scarlet

brick

vermilion

cardinal

wine

beetroot

lobster

mercury / mars

apple

maroon

ruby

claret

rosy

poppy

blushing

watermelon

strawberry

grapefruit

anne

orange

peach

tangerine

auburn

ginger

fire

fox

amber

gold / golden

tawny

burnt

venus

cantaloupe

carrot

pumpkin

Titian

yam

tiger

marmalade

pepper

rust

butterfly

fall

apricot

squash

clay

yellow

sunny

sand

butter

syrup

medallion

golden

bee

honey

daffodil

sunflower

buttercup

sandstone

corn

lemon

yolk

dandelion

taxi

saturn

sunset

pencil

banana

pineapple

duck

schoolbus

potato

green

grass

spring

herb

juniper

chartreuse

clover

lucky

leprechaun

seaweed

pickle

leafro

earth

pistachio

basil

emerald

alligator

army

aloe

jade

olive

matcha

lime

blue

sky

ocean

crest

navy

cadet

aqua

blueberry

butterfly

robin's egg

lapis

flame

peppermint

jay

lavender

corn

wheat

cobalt

slate

denim

peacock

arctic

sapphire

purple

mountain

dawn

heather

violet

grape

eggplant

amethyst

cheshire

crocus

bruise

blackberry

ube

lavender

grape

plum

lilac

periwinkle

black currant

iris

orchid

beet

pink

blush

flamingo

guava

rose

peony

cherry blossom

salmon

lemonade

bubblegum

lotus

pig

cotton candy

punch

coral

hot pink

pink panther

rose quartz

blobfish

dragon fruit rind

rhubarb

lipgloss

[bonus: shades]

black

panther

night

pitch

onyx

jet black

coal

penguin

suit

cat

obsidian

zebra

diamond

raven

bat

magnet

oil

ebony

ants

black pearls

plum

squid ink

truffle

shadow

grey

cloud

dust

rocks

silver

smoke

ash

graphite

dolphin

iron

basalt

titanium

tin

dove

pigeon

slate

scales

smoke

flint

steel

white

marble

pearls

dove

linen

snow

porcelain

alabaster

ivory

cloud

bone

rice

foam

whipped cream

lace

eggs

lily

coconut

milk

zebra

polar

cream

brown

chocolate

cocoa

rabbit

bear

squirrel

bark

chestnuts

cinnamon

coconut

teddy bear

violin

caramel

coffee

cydney's backyard fence

mocha

penny

walnut

gingerbread

paper bags

acorns

mud

courtesy of @cydthesciencekid

#in the end it's mostly listing things that are those colours haha #also half of these are names #colours #writerblr #lyralit #creative writing #writers #writing #writblr #writers block #writing ideas #rainbow colours #colour spectrum #drawing reference #writing reference #colour dictionary #colour

[vulpes-fennec]

Love on Water Lilies 🪷 (Ch 1)

Summary: Prince Lucien Vanserra of the Autumn Kingdom is all play, no work. Elain Archeron, a waitress and aspiring restaurant owner in the city of Colibri, is all work, no play. Caught in a larger scheme of politics and war, Lucien and Elain are turned into frogs. Will Elain get her restaurant back? Will Lucien ever become Fae again?

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An Princess and the Frog inspired story for @elucienweekofficial Day 5: Nature 🍃

“Fried plantains and fresh fruit salad! Two vanilla golden toasts with honey syrup! Banana pudding!” The line cooks’ voices rang out from the sizzling kitchen.

“Coming right on up!” Elain Archeron plastered on a bright smile and cheerful voice as she dished out plate after plate of breakfast at Roy’s Cafe. The heavenly smell of fresh coffee was barely enough to keep Elain awake—she was exhausted. Elain glanced at the clock. Five more minutes…

Her shift at the Purple Flamingo Cabaret last night had certainly taken its toll, for the Summer Kingdom’s Mardi Gras festivities had begun. The swamp city of Colibri, known for good food and even better music, drew thousands of visitors every Mardi Gras. And this year, a special celebrity was in their midst: Prince Lucien Vanserra of the Autumn Kingdom, who had arrived just yesterday.

Although Elain hadn’t seen this prince yet, she heard plenty about him last night at the Purple Flamingo. The fourth and youngest son of King Beron Vanserra, Lucien was young, rich, handsome…and most importantly, single. He would probably remain that way, too, for word on the street was that Lucien was a total flirt. Gallivanting his way across Prythian’s kingdoms, taking on new lovers each week, partying all night long…

Elain grabbed a beignet to-go when she finally clocked out. Gulls squawked in the distance, green-painted trolleys clanged as they rolled by. Mardi Gras revelers walked by, decked out in chic outfits of green, purple, and yellow. With her food-stained yellow apron, worn ballet flats, and frazzled honey-brown hair, Elain felt a pinch of resentment.

Must be nice to never have to work a day in your life. Every year, the promise of generous tips during Mardi Gras dangled before food service workers like a carrot, tricking them into taking extra shifts.

It wasn’t always this way. Elain remembered the Mardi Gras celebrations of her childhood, the way she and her sisters danced to lively jazz and ate their way through delicacies all night long. The Archeron home used to be in the Marigold District, where all the wealthy Fae lived. But then Elain’s mother passed away, leaving her father depressed. Reginald Archeron rallied himself enough to fight in the Hybern War seven years ago, but lost his leg during one of the early battles.

Elain loved her father dearly, but it was plain fact that he had practically given up on life after becoming handicapped. The familial roles had reversed: instead of their father ensuring his daughters’ needs were met, Elain, Feyre, and Nesta were forced to take odd jobs in order to survive. Nesta delivered and occasionally edited for The Colibri Tribune. Feyre cleaned the art studios and landed the occasional art commission. Elain juggled multiple shifts between Roy’s Cafe, the Purple Flamingo Cabaret, and Emile’s Seafood Bar.

Though her shifts were grueling, Elain tried to view them in a positive light. It was career training of sorts: she paid attention to different management styles, brushed up her conversational skills with all sorts of Fae as a waitress, and improved her culinary skills as a cook. Ever since she was a little girl, a riverfront cafe to call her own had been Elain’s dream. When her family fell from wealth seven years ago, that dream was almost lost.

But now, Elain was closer to achieving that dream than ever. She was fairly confident in her capabilities as a cook and waitress. She had strong accounting skills, enough to ensure her restaurant wouldn’t go bankrupt. And more importantly, she had been in serious talks with realtors for a decrepit riverfront pavilion. The pavilion was a little run-down, but it was perfect in Elain’s heart. She juussttt needed a little more money…which was where the Mardi Gras cooking contest would come into play.

Because in addition to the multiple parades, balls, concerts, and parties, Mardi Gras featured local cuisines in a series of cooking concerts.

Today was the jambalaya cooking contest, which was taking place at Firefly Square. Tomorrow, Elain was slated for the baking contest, where she planned to wow the judges with her peach cobbler. The day after, she would participate in the fry contest, having perfected her fried chicken spice rub.

Elain stopped home to briefly freshen up. It was a tiny, cramped space—an utter downgrade from their old home. She and her sisters had squeezed three narrow beds into a room, the sole closet overflowing with clothes. The living room wasn’t much better: Feyre’s art supplies were strewn across every available surface, and Nesta’s second-hand books tilted in precarious stacks. Only the kitchen, Elain’s domain, remained spotlessly clean and organized.

Elain powdered her face, brushed her curls, dabbed a bit of lipstick, and donned a new dress. She needed to look fresh and proper, and a cute face never hurt.

She then hurried to Firefly Square, wheeling a little wagon full of ingredients and her trusty steel pot. Savory dishes were not her specialty, so Elain needed all the luck she could get. However, she was fairly confident that her jambalaya would at least place in the top three. Her best friend, Vassa La Bouff, and her sisters had helped refine the recipe over the last year, and the ladies could be trusted to give their honest opinion.

“Name?” The event attendant held a clipboard at the check-in table.

“Elain Archeron,” Elain replied cheerfully. The event attendant wrote her name on a wooden placard and placed it on the scoring rack. The five judges, a mix of renowned cooks and locals, were seated under a rich purple tent. Onlookers had gathered on the sidelines of Firefly Square to watch the judges sample each entry and announce their points.

Several other participants were already present, busying away at their own cooking stations. While there was no set “start” time due to the participants’ varying culinary skills and recipes, the judges would begin tasting at one o’clock in the afternoon. So Elain got to work.

First, she braided up her honey-brown hair and donned a flowery pink apron. Then, she began expertly mincing: peppers, celery, onion, garlic, and tomatoes. The heated oil sizzled the chicken and sausage, bringing fragrant notes of paprika, bay leaf, and thyme into the air. The meat was taken out, the vegetables added in. Elain cleaned the rice, poured in homemade chicken stock, and added more salt, pepper, and herbs.

Elain stirred the bubbling mixture, using the time to observe the other participants. There were ten competitors total. Some appeared to be seasoned chefs, others looked like novices. Regardless, everybody was making good progress on their jambalaya. And more importantly, everyone looked like they were having fun.

Elain’s mouth watered from the scents wafting from her pot alone. The consistency of her jambalaya was thick, but not mushy—it was all coming together nicely. Elain did a final taste test and smiled. Spicy, savory, and tangy…it was her best pot of jambalaya yet.

The judges seemed to think so, too, when they sampled her dish.

“Wonderful aromas.”

“The chicken is the right amount of tender, Miss Archeron.”

“Tastes just like my grandmother’s home-style jambalaya!”

This—this was exactly why Elain loved to cook: seeing people enjoy her food made her happiest. She was the last contestant up for tasting, which meant the score the judges awarded would be her final placement for the contest. Elain’s breath caught when she tallied up the judges’ marks. Third place…third place! Oh, she was going to walk away with prize money! Elain ducked her head and tried to squash her victorious beam. One step closer to—

“Excuse me! Excuse me!”

The most beautiful male Elain had ever seen strode into the courtyard, lugging a steaming pot with bare hands. His skin was a burnished brown, his long red hair tied up in a haphazard bun. She found herself eyeing his corded forearms, exposed thanks to the rolled-up sleeves of his white linen shirt. The male’s straight-legged olive green pants accented his muscled thighs, and his shiny black shoes with their gold details indicated expensive taste.

An entire entourage of Fae, mostly female, had followed the male into Ironwood Square, inevitably shoving Elain to the back.

“It’s Prince Lucien,” the crowd murmured to each other. “What is he doing here?”

Prince Lucien? Well…that explained how he could hold such a hot pot without any oven mitts. The Autumn Kingdom’s royal family possessed fire magic, which meant they could manipulate flame and were essentially immune to burns. Elain even overheard at The Purple Flamingo last night that Autumn males—especially the royal princes—fucked with an intensity that matched the fire in their veins.

Elain had practically snorted upon hearing such words last night, though looking at Prince Lucien now, it was certainly believable. But the delighted giggling of several females when the prince stepped up to the podium snapped Elain out of her reverie. Ugh! Prince Lucien was a playboy at best, a heartbreaker at worst, she reminded herself. No, she would not encourage the fantasies that had been surely planted in her mind thanks to his impromptu appearance, lest she turn into a tittering female over a male like him.

“Good afternoon, honorable judges.” Prince Lucien’s voice was rich and buttery, with a slight accent. For some reason, it reminded Elain of sunlight. He turned towards the crowd, and Elain stifled a gasp upon seeing the scar that ran down his face and cut through his left eye, which had been replaced by a mechanical gold eye. Such a brutal injury, yet the prince was made more handsome even with the scar.

“Welcome, Prince Lucien!” The lead judge leapt to her feet, a wide smile on her face. The crowd cheered again. Some females even screamed hysterically.

Prince Lucien gestured grandly to the entourage that followed him, gold earrings twinkling off the tips of his pointed ears. “I am here to enter the jambalaya competition. As there was no kitchen in my hotel suite, I had to borrow the kitchen at Restaurante Genevieve. Chef Michel and these citizens can attest that I made the jambalaya all on my own.”

The prince peered intently at the scoreboard, already stacked with ten other names and numbers. Elain could have sworn his brows raised in subtle surprise.

“Though I see now that I was tardy…” Prince Lucien trailed off as his eyes swept the crowd, as if he were looking for someone.

“The entry period closed thirty minutes ago but ah…we can make an exception, can we not?” The lead judge said quickly, and the audience clapped in agreement. The other judges nodded eagerly, clearly delighted at the presence of royalty. “Well, Your Highness, we would be honored to sample your jambalaya!”

Elain’s jaw slackened. A prince, participating in a jambalaya contest? She had never heard of such a thing. Royals had their own chefs. They probably wouldn’t even know how to boil an egg.

The prince’s russet and gold eyes were still scanning the square with unusual interest. Elain eyed him skeptically from the back, observing the confident smile on Lucien’s face and the swaggering cut of his broad shoulders. There was the off chance that Prince Lucien possessed culinary skills…but he was from the Autumn Kingdom. He wouldn’t know a thing about authentic jambalaya, Elain told herself. Elain relaxed, knowing she was safe and secure in third place as the judges sampled Lucien’s entree.

“Cauldron, this is absolutely divine!”

“Look at the colors on the spoon! So vibrant, so fresh!”

“I could eat this for the rest of my life and die happy.”

“Last call to score…and…first place! We have a winner!” The crowd cheered raucously.

Elain’s mouth completely fell open when the score attendant placed Prince Lucien Vanserra’s name placard on the top of the board, shifting everybody else down. Which meant…which meant she had been knocked off third place.

Elain was in shock. She wasn’t going to make it to the podium, and she wasn’t going to earn any prize money. Prince Lucien bowed, and then turned to the crowd that had gathered.

“Good food is meant to be shared! Please, feel free to finish the pot!” he announced, voice dripping with pride. More cheers and claps rang out as Elain was jostled out of the way in the mad stampede for the winning jambalaya.

This was not possible. This could not be happening.

Elain’s face grew hot with embarrassment, as she hurriedly packed up her wagon. It was time to go; she could not bear to spend another minute in the square with knowledge of her loss. Elain half-wondered if she should join the crowd and really try Prince Lucien’s jambalaya for herself. It couldn’t be that good. But the notion of a rich, playboy prince edging her off the podium in a cooking contest he had no stakes in was too shameful to consider. She could’ve done better. Should’ve done better.

Elain didn’t look back as she wheeled her wagon home, the rusty wheels click-clacking over the cobblestoned streets. Her half-full pot of jambalaya would become leftovers for her sister and father. At least they didn’t have to spend more money on groceries this week.

Some humility would do her good, Elain knew, as she was not a “professional” chef yet, but gods…would she ever be? If a prince could beat her in a cooking contest? If she couldn’t even win a couple judges’ favor, how was she going to draw the Colibri Fae to her restaurant?

—Later that evening—

After a fitful afternoon nap, Elain decided to stop by her cafe before heading to Vassa’s house. Well, it wasn’t hers yet, but Elain had recently begun treating it as such. She sat on a bench, listening to the lapping of the Mayhaven River, watching the steamboats chugging by.

“I’m almost there,” she whispered to herself. “People are going to come here from everywhere, I’m almost there.” The riverfront pavilion was a shabby brick building that had been a mess hall for dock workers in its previous life. The interior’s open layout would be the perfect place to install a stage for local musicians. Each table would have fresh flowers, the walls would be painted a creamy tan, the big windows would offer river views and plenty of natural light… oh, it was all coming together.

The door swung open. Hudson Jennings, Elain’s realtor, walked out with a folder tucked under his arm. Elain leapt up from her bench, ready to bid him hello. But she froze when a head of red hair ducked through the doorway. No…it couldn’t be…

“Pleasure doing business with you, Your Highness,” Hudson said, shaking Lucien Vanserra’s hand firmly. Even without his entourage of fans, Lucien held himself with a regal grace and winning smile.

“Of course,” Elain could hear the prince respond smoothly. “I look forward to establishing a second residence in Colibri.” Elain could only watch in horror as the realtor handed Lucien a set of keys before parting ways. Keys to her riverfront cafe!

“Mr. Jennings!” Elain ran as fast as her little feet could carry her as soon as Lucien had walked away. Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods. This must be a bad dream.

“Oh! Miss Archeron!” Hudson blinked his cat-like eyes in surprise. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here!”

“Mr. Jennings, did you just sell the property to Lucien?” Elain was breathless. Please say no, please say no, she begged silently.

“Ah, yes I’m afraid I just did.” Hudson patted the folder of papers. “I know, I know…you have been eyeing that property for some time, Miss Archeron, but the prince showed up with ample cash! We have several other properties available in town for your cafe, though. Let us talk more next week.”

“But—” Elain tried to say, then deflated. Her realtor was already walking away. There was no use. Unless she somehow managed to alter Hudson’s memory, rip up the sale papers, and steal the keys from Lucien, the property was gone. And so were her dreams of owning a riverfront cafe.

It seemed the prince was hell-bent on ruining her life. Lucien had fame and fortune, and got everything Elain wanted because of his name. Perhaps Elain had angered the Mother, somehow. For how else could so much go wrong in less than 24 hours?

Elain tried very hard not to cry as she rode the trolley to Vassa’s house. One, she was in public, and ladies did not cry in public. Two, the La Bouff Mardi Gras ball was starting in a few hours. Elain had been looking forward to the event all month, and crying right now would make her eyes puffy.

The La Bouffs resided in the Dorado District, the richest district in all of Colibri. Vassa’s “house” was actually a grand, three-story mansion of pale white marble, elegant columns, iron lace accents, and sweeping gabled roofs. When Elain arrived, the bustle of the musicians tuning their instruments and the servants, the gurgling fountain, and the beautiful lanterns of green, yellow, and purple faelight made her smile. A good party always made her feel more alive, even though she attended very few of them in recent years.

Vassa’s parents were one of the Mardi Gras royalty this year, and had invited Elain to the La Bouff Mardi Gras ball. Vassa was a true friend: she didn’t shun Elain after the Archerons fell into poverty, and for that Elain was eternally grateful. The footmen, used to her comings and goings, offered Elain warm greetings when she entered the mansion via the servants’ gate.

While Elain spent her days working, Vassa spent her days studying. The young La Bouff was finishing her last year at the prestigious Colibri Academy for Witchcraft, and was determined to be the top of her class. The only thing in Vassa’s way? Briallyn, a rival witch from the Continent. During the unfortunate occasions Elain had to interact with Briallyn, Elain felt the witch resembled a beady-eyed lizard.

Elain made her way down the spacious hallway and knocked on Vassa’s bedroom door.

“Elain! I’m so glad you’re here!” Vassa threw her arms around Elain. Her best friend’s orange hair was styled into loose waves, her bright blue eyes already lined with gold shadow. “Come, let us get ready together!”

“Vassa, it’s so good to see you,” Elain sighed, her voice still thick with emotion from earlier.

“What’s wrong?” Vassa asked, her brow creasing with concern. “Was it the jambalaya contest? Did you not get first place? I mean, second place is also fine, and so is third.”

Elain sat down on Vassa’s bed, hugging her knees to her chest. “The jambalaya concert was fine, until Prince Lucien Vanserra showed up at the last minute,” she said bitterly. “I had placed third, but that was before the judges awarded him first place. I got bumped down and I didn’t get any prize money.”

“Oh no,” Vassa rubbed Elain’s back sympathetically. “I’m so sorry, Elain.”

“It’s just not fair!” Elain complained, her face heated with anger. “The judges gave him special treatment, letting him enter the contest even though the judging window had closed! Lucien was cooking off-site, how could anybody truly tell he was the primary chef? And perhaps they didn’t want to upset a prince, so they put him first even though he didn’t deserve it!”

“I see what you mean,” Vassa hummed. “Did you end up tasting his jambalaya? Surely it couldn’t be as good as yours. Those judges must not have working tastebuds.”

“No, but that’s not even the end of it. I found out he bought the riverfront property from Hudson Jennings this afternoon. Vassa, you know how long I’ve been saving up for my cafe! To think the perfect location would be gone, just like that…”

“Cauldron boil and fry him,” Vassa muttered darkly, shaking her head.

“I’m sorry, Vassa. I know you’ve been looking forward to meeting Prince Lucien, that you want him to court you.” Elain sighed. “I shouldn’t be bad-mouthing him.”

“No, no, no,” Vassa shook her head. “Of course, I want Prince Lucien to court me, have you seen how handsome he is? But, your restaurant is something that I’ve been waiting for ever since we were little girls, Elain…when I see him tonight I will convince him to rescind the purchase.”

“Thanks, Vassa,” Elain smiled, feeling better. What Vassa set her mind to, Vassa achieved. She had no doubt her friend’s beauty and persistence would get the prince to change his mind. “He did say he wanted the property as a second residence.”

“Well! It wouldn’t be too hard to convince him to buy property in other Colibri districts!” Vassa raised her brows excitedly. “He could move in with me.” Vassa jumped to her feet, trying to inject some more life into Elain’s forlorn posture. “Now I know today hasn’t been the best day, Elain. But this ball will turn it all around! I have just the perfect dress for you, and I know you’ll have plenty of males to dance the night away with. It’s in the closet, come see!”

***Lucien***

“Just look at all of this, Jurian,” Lucien said to his best friend when they regrouped after the dance ended. “One of the best parties I’ve been to in a while.”

He had left his entourage of pretty females at the La Bouff mansion gate. Not that it really mattered, since there were even more females inside the ball. The musicians played lively tunes, inviting attendees to kick up their feet and whirl across the marbled outdoor dance floor. The La Bouff Mardi Gras decorations were simply exquisite, from the soft faelight lanterns hanging off trees to the flower arrangements on tables. Fae wine and cocktails flowed freely, wait staff walked around with platters of delicious food.

“Don’t tell Tarquin, but I’m enjoying myself far more here than the Mardi Gras balls in Adriata,” Jurian slurred slightly. The male lifted a pair of deviled eggs off a waiter’s tray and handed one to Lucien. “Though it is positively boiling in Colibri.”

“Of course, we’re near the Bog of Oorid,” Lucien remarked. He had donned an emerald green jacket with embroidered gold leaves at the cuffs, a freshly pressed white shirt, and black pants. The layers made him sweat profusely, though Lucien wicked away the excess moisture with a slight release on the damper of his magic. He looked good, and that was what mattered at the end of the night.

“Gods, I’m so hungry,” Jurian muttered as he inhaled a fried catfish filet within seconds. “They ate all your jambalaya before I could eat some.”

Lucien laughed. “Better clean up those crumbs and drink some mint julep before the next dance, Jurian. The females won’t appreciate fish breath.” Jurian only rolled his eyes as he turned his attention to a slice of Mardi Gras king cake.

Lucien scanned the rows of vendors, looking for the baked goods. But none of the vendors’ name tags read “Elain Archeron”. He sighed inwardly. He had no idea what Elain Archeron looked like, but had been hoping to try some of her famed treats. Tarquin, Prince of Adriata, could not stop talking about the hummingbird cake, peach cobblers, and powdered sugar beignets Elain made when she catered his Mardi Gras event in Adriata last year.

“If you’re visiting Colibri, you must try Elain Archeron’s food,” Tarquin had told him. “Elain’s cafe should be open by now. She is a very kind female as well, and please tell her I said hello.”

Elain Archeron had been one of the jambalaya contestants earlier in the afternoon, but the female did not bother introducing herself to him. Odd.

“Looking for Vassa?” Jurian inquired. Lucien was supposed to meet the Mardi Gras princess and ask her for the first dance, but her parents claimed Vassa was running late for the ball.

“I suppose,” Lucien murmured, even though that was not the case. Jurian knocked back another glass of Fae wine beside him. “Cauldron, Jurian. Save some space for the mint juleps before you get too drunk.”

“Aha! That reminds me…I’ll find those mint juleps while you’re looking for your princess. All this heat has me parched. Be right back.” Jurian clapped Lucien on the shoulder before disappearing into the crowd.

Lucien lingered on the side, trying to assess which pretty female he would dance with next, when he felt someone tap him on the shoulder. A pale-faced female, with onyx black hair and equally dark eyes, was standing behind him. There was something cunning in her face, something odd Lucien could not quite place. Nevertheless, the female was dressed as one of the wait staff and innocuously offered him a platter of powdered beignets.

“Beignet, Your Highness?” she asked, her voice peppy. “I heard the prince has a sweet tooth.”

“Thank you.” Lucien picked one up with a napkin and absentmindedly brought it to his mouth. It was only when Lucien swallowed his first bite that he realized something was wrong. The beignet was slightly bitter, the powdered sugar chalky on his tongue. Suddenly, everything seemed bigger. Everything was bigger.

Lucien blinked, feeling like his eyes had doubled in size based on how long it took for him to fully blink. The grass…it was eye-level, the blades of green sharp and extra vibrant. His body was hunched over on all fours. He was…a frog?

Oh gods. What the hell just happened?

A looming shadow darkened the space around him. Lucien looked up just in time to see the waitress, monstrously tall with a wicked glint in her eyes, poised to slam a bowl over his head.

Act first, think later.

Booiingg! Lucien moved on instinct, his frog legs launching him into the air like a spring. He dove straight into the crowd of Fae party-goers, stalling the waitress from pursuing him any further.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit. That was new. Fear seized Lucien like a vise, the adrenaline sending him into flight mode. Where the hell did Jurian go? Everything was so damn big…the distance he normally crossed in three quick strides now required multiple leaps.

There! Jurian was near the tree line, mint juleps in hand. Lucien hopped towards his friend, gaining more mastery over his new limbs with each leap.

“Jurian!” Lucien blinked, surprised that he still retained the ability to speak. “Jurian! Down here!” he called out, louder this time.

The Fae male above him glanced down and promptly dropped the drinks in shock. Lucien flinched reflexively when minty sweet alcohol rained down, but it didn’t matter any more. As a frog, he had no clothes to protect from spilled drinks.

“Fuck, I must be more drunk than I thought.” Jurian blinked twice and chuckled. “I could have sworn that a frog with Lucien’s voice just spoke to me.”

“That’s because it is me!” Lucien hissed, hopping up and down insistently. “Jurian!”

“Holy shit.” Jurian knelt on the ground, scooping him up in his hands. “Lucien, is that you?”

“How many times do I have to say it’s me?” Lucien grumbled. Jurian’s green-brown eyes peered down.

“Cauldron, you still have your scar and your gold eye. Well, it’s not made of metal anymore, but…fuck.” Jurian lifted Lucien up to perch on his shoulder. Lucien brought a webbed hand to his face, feeling at his left eye. Sure enough, he could see out of both eyes—truly see, without relying on a metal contraption. “Fuck, I probably look like I’ve gone mad, talking to a frog.”

The male took some deep breaths, pacing back and forth. Lucien clung onto Jurian’s purple jacket for dear life. “Jurian, can you stop moving?”

“Sorry. We need another drink.” Jurian swiped two goblets of wine off a passing tray and ducked behind a drooping willow tree. Lucien hopped down, sitting on all fours on top of Jurian’s thigh. “Okay, Lucien. What the fuck happened?”

“I ate a beignet from this waitress, and then I turn into a frog and she’s trying to trap me under a bowl!” Lucien glanced furtively at their surroundings, but did not see the wretched female’s face.

“What did the waitress look like?”

“High Fae. Pale, with black hair and black eyes. She was wearing the La Bouff servant’s uniform.” Jurian’s gaze darkened with protective instinct.

“Why would she put a curse on you?”

Lucien shrugged. “Not sure. She knew who I was, though, so that’s strange. I’m Beron’s youngest son, with a slim path to the throne. What good would come out of cursing me?”

“Perhaps she wanted money. Ransom a prince, you know.”

“As if Beron would pay more than a couple coppers to get me back,” Lucien said bitterly.

“You’re right, your father is a bastard.” Jurian frowned. “Could you undo the curse yourself?”

“I can try.” Now that he had Jurian to keep watch, Lucien closed his eyes and tried to tunnel deep down into his well of magic. He had always had a knack for spells and curses. It wasn’t like that of witches, who required specific ingredients, tools, and conditions to generate any effect. Rather, it was pure magic—power that stemmed from being the son of a High Lord.

He found the dark stain of the curse, but despite all his efforts to extract it, the stain remained stubbornly present. It was as if it was interwoven into his very essence. Lucien yanked and prodded and threw wave after wave of magic against it, but to no avail.

“It’s not working,” he announced glumly.

“We should find the La Bouffs…tell them that one of their staff, or the food they served, turned the visiting Autumn Prince into a frog,” Jurian proposed, his fists clenching with concern. “If they cannot resolve this, then they should be held liable.”

“Isn’t that a little harsh?” Lucien replied dryly. “Lord and Lady La Bouff can only do so much. But Vassa…she’s studying to be a witch. I heard she’s the top of her class…perhaps she could assist with undoing the curse.”

“Perhaps,” Jurian mused doubtfully.

Lucien hopped onto the rim of the wine goblet and stuck his tongue into the chilled liquor. The sweet and tangy notes were far more sensational thanks to his new taste buds. Unfortunately, his added weight was an imbalance to the delicate stem, and Lucien promptly tipped backwards. Red wine poured over his entire underside, drenching him.

Jurian began to laugh.

“You know frogs absorb liquid from their underbelly skin, right? You’ll be drunk in no time.” Lucien stuck his tongue out at Jurian and rolled around the grass for a bit, trying to clean himself off. “I suppose Vassa would be glad to help a prince for fame, or fortune.”

“Also, we have the old tale of princesses kissing frog princes,” Lucien reminded Jurian. “With the laws governing witch magic, it’s very likely that this curse follows the same path of resolution.”

Jurian snorted. “Good luck trying to convince a princess—even if it’s a Mardi Gras princess—to kiss a frog. We are better off pleading directly.”

Lucien tried to grin, but it felt strange with a new mouth and new facial muscles. “You seem to underestimate me, Jurian.”

“Let’s bet on it: if you can get the princess to kiss you, I’ll walk Eris’s dogs for the next month.”

“I do enjoy a challenge. I offer you this, just for fun. If the princess kisses you, Jurian, then I’ll buy you a new sword. Out of Illyrian steel.” Lucien stood on his hind legs, straightening his back and tilting his chin up with the regal air of a prince. Jurian rolled his eyes.

“As if a princess would want to kiss a lowly Autumn Kingdom foot soldier over its prince.”

“I beg to differ, Jurian. I’m a frog this time…I think that evens the playing field.” Lucien winked. “Besides, stop discrediting yourself. You’re one of our most skilled warriors. Anyways…best of luck, I’m off to find the princess!”

“You bastard,” Jurian muttered darkly, shaking his head with amusement. He finished his wine in two large gulps, holding the empty glass up in a mock toast. “I would say I hope you lose, but life would also be boring if you were stuck in frog form.”

With that, Lucien hopped off towards the La Bouff mansion. There was a slim chance Vassa was still getting ready for the party—truly, females needed all the time possible plus more for these elaborate events.

Most of the ball’s festivities were taking place in the garden and first floor, and Lucien could hear Lord and Lady La Bouff—the Dorado Mardi Gras King and Queen—chatting with guests. That meant the light emanating from the window on the second floor was none other than Vassa La Bouff’s.

Clinging to small nooks in the marble, scaling up vine to vine—which was made harder thanks to his slippery frog mucus, Lucien made his way to the golden window.

Princess Vassa was standing on the balcony, and simply put, she was the most beautiful female Lucien had ever seen.

The female’s wide eyes were cast towards the heavens, her expression a mixture of hope and despair. Honey-brown hair was swept up into an artful bun studded with luminous pearls. A tiara of rose gold rested on her brow, glittering in the moonlight. Her soft curves and elegant shoulders were accented by a strapless lavender gown with a heart-shaped neckline.

“Please, please, please,” the ethereal princess whispered, clasping her gloved hands to her chest. “Please.”

Lucien hopped closer, the world spinning out of view. Ah, damn it. The alcohol was kicking in faster than he’d anticipated. Princely charm now had to be mobilized in full force if he wanted to receive a kiss.

He cleared his throat, but only a ribbet came out. The princess glanced down, spotting him. Gods, she was beautiful. Those doe brown eyes, that golden skin still warm under the silver moon, and those pretty rosebud lips that hooked Lucien in like a moth to a flame.

“If you wanted a kiss, all you had to do was ask.”

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