Days seemed to pass in a flash as today, it marked a week since she came to the Castle.
Esme sighed as she glanced at the blooming blue roses. When she was a child, she had heard a lot about the rare blue roses that only bloomed in the gardens of the Royal Castle of Visteria. She had always wanted to see them. For once, at least.
In any Kingdom, the people of the lower class or middle class did not have sufficient land for gardening. Some people planted vegetables or fruits in the small space behind their houses but that could not be counted as a garden.
Gardens could only be found in the manors of a few upper-class officials and aristocrats.
But none of them could be compared to the gardens in the compound of Royal Castles. What made them truly different and rare was the magically nourished soil. There was a rule according to which the King of a land had to shower the soil with their magical powers at least once after their coronation.
