William and Vitori walked side by side through the quiet garden. The soft rustle of dried leaves being crushed beneath their feet echoed faintly in the stillness.
The cool breeze of the summer felt quite nice and adding the stillness of the forest in the background it was quite the place to take a stroll.
The backside of the Tower was well lit, allowing the soldiers patrolling the area to march with clear visibility.
No one came to disturb them, and the two continued their stroll in silence.
Just then, the older man spoke first.
"Emma lost her mother when she was three years old. It was a magic experiment that caused my wife's death."
William turned slightly toward him, taken aback by the sudden revelation.
He had never asked about Emma's mother before—not because he didn't want to, but because he was never sure whether he should.
The man continued, his voice calm.
