Smothered in shrubbery and chest-high flowers and surrounded by bees and butterflies as he is, Edmund hears the melodic tinkling of bells long before he sees her.

Her carriage, covered in leafy vines and drawn by four perfectly white winged horses, pulls to a stop just in front of him and the door flings open with such force that Edmund sneezes from the pollen that is released as a result.

Even her elaborate pink and green dress, decorated with as many leaves and petals as it can fit, cannot disguise the beauty of the woman who steps out– and as Edmund stares at the gleaming gold of her hair and the sweetness of her smile, he misses the poison that blooms in her eyes.