On the other hand, we didn’t stay long; after a few measured sips of tea and light comments about the weather, the Luna placed her cup down and rose gracefully.
“Walk with me,” she said casually. “I would like to know you better.”
Upon hearing that, I stood immediately. “As Your Majesty wishes.”
At the same time, Elsa, her ever-present shadow, stepped ahead of us to clear the path and in the next moment, we moved within the garden itself.
The Luna moved slowly along the winding stone trails, pausing occasionally to admire certain blooms. She spoke of the seasonal rotations, how the moon lilies opened fully only during a silver eclipse, and how the crimson roses required precise pruning to maintain their depth of color.
“This garden,” she said lightly, brushing her fingers over a pale
