The afternoon sun was hot in the sky, lighting up the stone paths of the packhouse garden. Isolde walked slowly down the path, her long white dress moving softly against the clean stone. Serena walked right beside her, touching the leaves of a green bush with her fingers.
Over the past few months, the two women had become very close. To Serena, Isolde was perfect. She was beautiful, powerful, and she had successfully taken Ronan away from Liora, which only made Serena admire her more.
They reached a wide stone bench under the deep shade of a willow tree. Isolde turned and sat down with perfect posture. "Sit down, Serena. The sun is getting too hot for a long walk."
Serena immediately sat down beside her, fixing her green skirt. "Thank you, Isolde. The packhouse has been so quiet today,"
