More. Flower. He was going to start killing people. Huffing out an irritated breath, he gingerly made his way through the veritable forest of flowers that filled his office, their combined scents strong enough to start a headache buzzing. There was nothing quite as aggravating as the Days of Devotion, and if Reyes knew a way to go back in time to murder the King and Queen who had started the ridiculous three-day-long tradition of giving flowers and other gifts to loved ones, he would do so gladly. As near as he could tell, 'devotion' was just another word for 'attempt to suck up to the king'. As if it were that easy to do. Reyes sneered at a particularly opulent arrangement of white and yellow roses, unimpressed by the bracelet twined around the gold ribbon securing them. More bouquets than he could count filled the office, having delivered steadily throughout the day. Some simply had names on the tags, some had 'charming' little notes, still others bore poetry that made Reyes feel very sorry for the poet.
