CHAPTER EIGHT
“Your unusual visitor is quite handsome, is she not?”
The speaker was Prince Yushir and his partner in the conversation was the stoic owner of the gardens in which Anna had fallen. The pair sat in those same gardens under the cover of a small pavilion. A round table sat between them and they were seated on rounded stools. A creek gurgled just behind them and slipped past the foundation of the stone pavilion to settle itself into a small pool. Fishes dashed about looking in search of food while the sun glistened overhead.
The master of the gardens held a nearly-finished wooden flute in his hand. The work pouch with the carving tools lay open on the table in front of him. He didn’t look up from his inspection to reply.
“I hadn’t noticed.”
The prince tapped a finger a
