Meredith.
After training with Draven and eating breakfast the next morning, I decided to take Deidra with me into the garden.
The flowers in my vase upstairs had already wilted, and instead of letting the maids do it, I wanted to pick new ones myself. There was something more satisfying about it.
So, we strolled between the rows of blooms, sunlight slipping through the leaves, while Deidra carried the basket and I cut the stalks I liked best.
When we were done, I turned to her, "I want to grab some herbs as well, the kind that freshens the air."
Her lips curved immediately. "My lady, you want to add herbs to the flowers?"
"Yes," I said, scanning the rows. "If I can find the right one, that will be better."
There were too many pots to check one by one, and it would take so much time, so I closed my eyes and breathed in.
Almost immediately, a sharp, clean scent cut through the others, and I followed it until I found what I wanted.
