The fair Princess Primarosa could not resist the little boy’s request, so on that morning glory, they went down to the gardens and saw how beautiful the flowers bloomed on summer’s day. If she would not say yes, they might get bored only to lock themselves up to the four corners of the castle.
It was a perfect day to be outside, and the birds tweeted their familiar merry song again, making Primarosa sing along and not let it pass by. The little boy joined her and the two, along with the birds, became a choir of the little paradise.
The honied scent lingered as the gentle breeze caressed their skins, making them forget some unhappy thoughts that haunted their heads. The nightmare Primarosa dreamed last night had seemingly faded, for she could only remember the remnant feeling of great f
