Buy Me a CoffeeI will take your Curse, but for a price. The price is THIS. You must make a decree making the mistreatment of anyone "unwanted" punishable by suffering the same fate they give to the "unwanted ones". None must ever be allowed again to go without at least basic health care, food, clean water, and at least basic, good shelter. Ever waver in this, and our pact ends and these flowers will return to you. Me? Don't worry, the universe provides me with too much exploring to ever need something as artificial as dreams.
https://peakd.com/fiction/@internutter/challenge-04533-l149-sweet-scented-poison -- Anon Guest
Once upon a time, the stories are like to say, there was a king who fell under a terrible curse. They're always kings in the nursery tales, regardless of their original rank. In this case, the Noble in question was the Duke Eribani Bretisalus, and the curse was nothing more complicated than a vase of strange flowers.
They follow him around, no matter what he tried to be rid of them.
Harming the flowers in any way caused him pain. Either by negligence or design, harming them hurt him. Trying to seal them away failed. Trying to hand them off to another did not work. No matter the manner of the charge, how vigilant the guardian, or how fast the conveyance taking them away, the flowers always managed to appear by the Duke's bedside whenever he prepared for sleep.
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