That evening, the sky over Valtherion was painted in gold. Soft clouds drifted lazily, letting the slanting sunlight fall upon the royal flower gardens. A gentle breeze carried with it the fragrance of roses and lavender in full bloom.
Hana walked slowly between the flower beds, the pale pink fabric of her maid's uniform swaying lightly with her steps. In her hands, she held a small wicker basket, already filled halfway with stems of freshly picked blossoms.
Mathien had not asked her to accompany him today. The King was attending an important meeting with one of his security advisors and the head of the royal guard. Though she was often left on her own, this afternoon felt quieter than usual.
But Hana chose not to stay idle.
She wanted to make Mathien's chambers fragrant. At the very least, with flowers.
