Aurora's POV
The car stopped in front of a garden, lush, beautiful, green.
"It's not even spring yet, how are the plants alive?" I asked, staring back at him.
"This was your favorite place, Aurora, and for years now, I've done everything possible to keep these alive… because I was waiting for you," he replied.
A small smile spread across my lips, fragile but real. I reached out and held his hand, the warmth of his palm seeping through into my skin.
We walked into the garden, and it felt like stepping into a forgotten dream.
Everything was set—tables dressed in soft linen, hanging lights swaying gently above, and fresh flowers in bloom like they knew I had finally come home.
I glanced back at him, a question in my eyes, but he only nudged me forward softly.
“All for you, my princes
