The noise of the grand hall faded as I slipped away toward the bathroom. My heels clicked softly against the sparkling stone floors, the muffled sound a welcome reprieve from the overwhelming buzz of voices and the constant pressure of being watched. Once I was alone in the quiet corridor, I exhaled deeply, pressing a hand to my chest as if to steady the rhythm of my heartbeat.
The isolation was comforting, but as I prepared to return, a soft, sweet aroma wafted through the air, drawing my attention. I paused, my senses suddenly overtaken by the scent of blooming flowers. Following it, I noticed a narrow path leading outside to a garden bathed in moonlight.
Stepping into the garden was like walking into another world. A gentle light brightened the area, not from torches but from the moon
