The dinner finally came to an end.
The servants began clearing the table while my father remained in the dining hall, laughing with Paul and several of the kingdom's most respected warriors. Their voices echoed through the room, accompanied by the clinking of wine glasses.
I excused myself quietly.
"I'll get some fresh air," I told my mother with a small smile.She nodded warmly. "Don't stay out too long, dear."
I left the palace and wandered into the royal garden.
The evening breeze was cool against my skin, carrying the sweet fragrance of blooming roses and jasmine. Lanterns hanging from stone pillars illuminated the narrow pathways, their soft golden light making the garden appear almost magical.
It had always been my favorite place.
Whenever my mind was troubled, I came here.
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