The icy air found little resistance in the thin fabric of my dress, seizing me in its frigid grip. I pay it little mind, my eyes dazzled by the view ahead. Despite the clamor of the ball behind me, the open yard is a serene sight. Even in the darkness, I can tell that each bush is sheared to perfection, the wide lawns clipped down neatly. But just ahead of the neat walking area, I can see what seems like a dense forest within the palace, a confusing but refreshing sight. The breeze coming from in front carries a calming scent of pine and other saplings.
"Sir Finn, why are there such large trees in the middle of the palace?" I inquire, pointing at the strange, little forest with my tiny finger.
The tall knight shoves his hands in his pocket, assured in himself.
