Leo leads me up to the gazebo path, taking a right as we take a corner around the wall and come face to face with a wall of vines covering the stone. "In the back corner? I guess they would have to let you win because of that crown yin your head."
Leo chuckles, a brief sound that I've learned to find as peaceful other than provoking fear like his growls do. As he reaches his hand up, he pulls some vines to the side. "These are around seven years old, not there during my childhood. My mother hated vines, saying that they aged the palace too much."
"I would have loved to meet her."
Leo hums in response, the air growing tense. "I heard she was a perfect Queen. My mother saw her as a perfect mother figure."
"She had that about her. How her good characteristics were highlighted by the press
