Adrian's P.O. V

The Royal Garden was a perfect definition of "serenity amidst grandeur."

Tall maple trees moved gently in the breeze as birdsongs filled the air. A serene pond reflected the sun's warm rays, and a delicate bridge curved over it, leading to a secluded gazebo.

A nearby fountain burbled and splashed, its crystal-clear water flowing down stone tiers, making a soothing sound.

I wasn't exactly fond of such extravagance, but even I had to admit it was stunning.

I stopped in front of the old oak tree. The same one I had played as a kid, where Lady Nyssa once read me stories. Under it was an exquisite...