The Language of Flowers

A/U: "Lizzie, look at me," Gilbert says quietly. She does. And Gilbert's brow furrows. He's used to looking at her and reading the story in her eyes. But now all he can see is nothing. Her eyes are cold, distant. "You…you know how…" she says, her voice a whisper, "how Roderich's parents are...There was nothing else that I could do." PrussiaXHungary