[center]While Xavior was away…[/center]

“There!” Benea chimed with a wide grin. She stood on a little stool with her hands now placed victoriously on her hips. All around Xavior’s throne room hung chains of daisies. They hung from everything. The banners, the shelves, the rafters, the chandeliers, the braziers, the frowning guards, everything. Where there wasn't a chain of flowers, Benea had placed a potted plant or replaced old red fabric with a fresh creme one stitched with floral patterns. 

Not even the central dias or throne was spared, with the old impressive furniture replaced with something more modern and chic. The wooden frame was hand carved and given gentle artistic curves and a bright stain finish. Stretched across the frame was creamy silks squeezing plump cushions. Content with her victory, the goddess plopped herself into the chair, releasing the perfume that was imbued into the cotton and let out a long sigh.

“It smells wonderful in here, don’t you agree darling?”

A nervous guard nodded vigorously, the daisies that covered him nodding in return.

“Do you think Xavior will like it?”

Another furious nod. 

“Oh! I also got him this!”

She swiped a booklet from seemingly nowhere. “It’s a daily log, I signed it myself and even pre-filled it with a daily schedule for the next three years.”

The guard flinch instinctively but then quickly smiled and nodded. It was too late, Benea saw the initial flinch and her smile drooped.

“Oh foo, you don’t think that’s too little do you?”

The man practically yelled. “NO!”

[hider=summary]Benea redecorates Xavior’s throne room[/hider]
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