As I walked through the garden that has given me such pleasure, I stop to sit for one last time. I think over my time here in Camelot, the garden in particular, and tears well up uncontrollably. I remember my first visit here, and the awful state it was in. How M’Lady Valeana asked of Dulain and me to make it a place of joy and serenity. The long hours spent in a labor of love. I am as proud of it as I am of my new family!

My eyes can not help but return to the gardens latest addition, my special yellow, which as of yet is unnamed. I’ve tried many times to give it a name, only to find that the words were locked away where I can not travel! I almost laugh when I think of a dream I had that was full of regrets! Tis where this rose was created! In regrets! The dream/prophecy has come true, though to tell the truth, I wished just once I could lie! And not listen to the truth, that I could not bear to hear it! The truth pains! The truth hurts! But most of all, the truth must be heard!

I know that the truth must above all things be heard! For what am I without it? Tis my life! I will not take it, my life, as so many as of late! Nay, I still look towards the future! But I shall not endure the pain I may have caused, my own is inconsequential! To pain others is not!

I walk over and cut the largest and most perfect blossom on my special yellow, knowing now it will never fulfill it’s destiny. For true or not, I can not accept what I have done this day. I walk to the posting board and withdraw the note I prepared a little while ago. I add a foot note the message.