We walked through the gardens with my hand politely wrapped around his arm. His long hair was blowing slightly in the light wind of the night and the full moon was up in the sky as the main source of light. The gardens were beautiful. The grass was a vibrant green and the path was made from smooth stone that was easy to walk on. Along the gardens were different types of flowers that have started to bloom into various colours. The whole place looked wonderful.
I looked over to the king who was already looking down at me as we walked. I felt a slight blush creep up onto my cheeks and looked away to try and ignore the pressure under his stare.
"Dinner will be awhile," he states as we stop walking near a gazebo, "why don't we take a seat?" The king raises his hand to gesture to the white ben
