The Rose Veil 3D Render, Digital Artwork by Solisphotography

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The Rose Veil

3D Render by Solisphotography

As I was creating this, I had a story in my head that this was an assassin. Maybe I watched Mr. & Mrs. Smith too recently. So instead of simply creating a boudior image, I always has this little story in the back of my mind. When I finished, I tried writing a little story of what is really going on here:

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In the heart of Vienna, the palace apartment was draped in golden silence. Sunset filtered through tall windows, gilding the ornate molding and catching the edge of every polished surface. Jane stood by the dresser, wrapped in a gown that clung like smoke, her dark curls tumbling past bare shoulders. She looked like a vision. A secret waiting to be whispered.

But Jane was no fantasy. She was a storm behind soft eyes. And she was not waiting—she was measuring.

Across the room, the target—an aging aristocrat with dangerous connections—believed the evening was unfolding according to his design. No guards. No surveillance. Just vintage brandy and a woman he thought was his for the night.

Jane had heard it all before. Power makes men stupid.

Her hand hovered near the heavy vase beside her. Black and gold, filled with deep burgundy roses. Velvet petals. Thornless stems. Romantic, yes—but lifeless, and silent. Just like he would be.

She didn’t carry weapons. Not here. That was his rule—“Nothing concealed,he had said with mock charm. She agreed, easily. Jane never needed to bring the tools. She simply used what was already in the room.

He turned his back to pour another drink, gesturing grandly as he spoke about politics, lineage, and influence. He liked the sound of his own voice. That was useful.

Jane leaned back, brushing her fingers against the ceramic vase, feeling its cool weight. Her eyes flicked once to the mirror behind her. The woman staring back was poised, still—but ready. Always ready.

As he raised his glass in a half-toast, she stepped forward—just a little.

This was the moment.

By the time the glass slipped from his hand, the roses hadn't moved. But Jane had.

When the authorities found him hours later, the room looked untouched. Just a shattered vase. A few petals on the floor.

And the unmistakable scent of roses, lingering long after she was gone.