Allen led the way down the corridor turning to face Cecelia, "Not a word to the princess, should she find out, she would probably either take them all or accuse me for hording the flowers. Now," He retrieved a ring of keys from his pocket, and inserted a key into a single keyhole in the wall, obscured from the unwary and untrained eye.<br/><br/>Click. The door opened and he entered the narrow doorway. It was pitch-black in there, neither the light of sun or rays of the moon reached the narrow corridor. Allen held up the holder, "Only some of the servants and maids know this. But, I lied when I was telling you about the palace; this is not just a gardener's shed." He continued down, until he reached the bottom of the stairwall, stopping before a gigantic metal door. Into the lock he inserted a long but thin key, smaller than what one would think would fit the lock itself.<br/><br/>"I was the one who supervised this. The keyhole is large but it is but a cover for a smaller keyhole within. This prevents people from knowing the actual size of the correct key." There was a clang as the complex mechanism sprung open with a click. He slid the door open. When it was open larger than shoulder width, he entered the room within.<br/><br/>The room was cut into quadrants by four wide stone paths. Flame flowers covered these quadrants completely, even up to the four walls which extanded to a glass ceiling overhead. He gestured to the flowers about him, "Take sparingly and be careful not to get your fingers cut by the thorns." He gestured to the opposite wall, where a white marble table stood, "The scissors used for removing the thorns are there. If there is nothing else, I shall be going." Allen made for the door.