She wove a crown of nettles, guarding her thoughts and threatening tourists who flocked to this grand garden. Roses made a home in her auburn locks, wrapping her mind in a cloak of impenetrable flame. The things she had fallen prey to, the things that had turned her world upside down, were ironically the best guarded - intrusive verdancies her intrusive sentinels. Little did she know her knight in shining armor was lost in the brambles, collecting a bouquet of roses she would never receive