The royal garden was a beautiful place in the afternoon. The bright spring sun shone down, warming the soft, green grass. Colorful flowers—red roses, white lilies, and yellow daisies—were blooming everywhere. The sweet smell of the flowers filled the fresh air. Butterflies danced lightly from one petal to another.
Marissa was sitting comfortably on a large, thick blanket spread out over the grass. She wore her beautiful light yellow dress. The cool breeze gently played with her dark, curly hair. She looked completely relaxed and at peace.
She was watching Ryan. The young boy was sitting right in front of her, playing with a few blades of grass. He was talking quickly, his small hands moving in the air as he told her stories of his stay in the North.
