The trees in the castle gardens swayed gently along the cool summer breeze. Everywhere was a heaven’s delight with the scent of the dama de noche and granada flowers perfuming the air as if it would be the last time until the next coming of Persephone as she descended back to her beloved Hades.
Centered on the dark sky glittered the constellations of cancer and leo—water and fire dancing on heaven’s ballroom. It was a fascinating sight to gaze at while Princess Primarosa waited for Azlan inside her room. The flowery scent was mesmerizing to the point where it tempted her to go down and frolic in the little paradise of the Moor castle. “How beautiful the garden is, especially under the glory of the stars.” She sighed peacefully, standing by the window. “I often wonder how is grandmama’s g
