Helena's fingers hovered over the stem of a crimson rose before she gently twisted it free. The petals were lush and velvety, their scent faint but sweet in the quiet of the palace garden.
Morning light spilled through the arching vines above, dappling the stone path beneath her feet.
A wicker basket hung from the crook of her arm, already half-filled with roses.
She proceeded to pluck out another stem when she heard soft footsteps hurry across the gravel path behind her.
"My lady."
Leah did not turn immediately. She placed the rose carefully into the basket before glancing over her shoulder at the maid, who had rushed in, breathing slightly unevenly.
"What is it?" she asked calmly.
The maid dipped her head. "My lady… The queen regent has requested to see you."
Helena's hand still
