Reports of My Death Have Been Greatly Exaggerated
The vines of wisteria that crown the path to the Velenosa Estate drop their leaves, golden-yellow, in the cool Autumn air. It is beneath the slow drift of those golden-yellow leaves that she is seen to walk, firelit. Servants pause in the gathering of leaves, pause and are caught off-guard, for there before them, walking serene through the grounds, is Esera Velenosa, the Archduchess of Flowers. The Archduchess Who Fell. The Archduchess Who Died. But here she is, just the same, and the story of it spreads like wildfire.