Panel 1: Trystan holds the rose up to her face. "When I look at this rose, all I can see is another curse my father inflicted upon me.."

Panel 2: She looks away as gently places the rose infront of her, adding to a row of several other flowers. Her face is cross.

Panel 3: Her mother looks on, her face hidden. "Trystan...your father has made many misdeeds, but do not mistake his secrecy of your abilities for malice."

Panel 4: The row or roses before Trystan are beautiful and red; fragile. Maeve continues, 
" He wanted to make you strong. But he knew you would have too good a heart, a dangerous trait for one with powers like yours, he only wanted to protect you from yourself."



Panel 5: "And from you." Says Trystan cooly, her eyes narrowed as she turns to look at Maeve.

Panel 6: Maeve meets Trystan's gaze, unmoving and contemplative, her expression hidden in shadow.