In the Imperial garden, where a beautiful array of shrubs, trees, and even herbs accentuated the serenity of the place, Nathalie stood on one of the flowers—small patches of violets, blooming with grace—and plucked it for a smell.
"That flower… Like your name, it suits you… " Ashtra commented while she was right beside her like he was her guardian from now on.
Nathalie couldn't help but beam a quirky smile, staring at its beautiful violet petals as she slowly turned it around.
Violas...
A fragrant flower, despite its rarity being too common and bloomed year after year, it had a sweet spot in this garden with nothing but rare and exotic plants therein.
While she thought there must be a reason, for it was something rather fishy, she couldn't care at this point. Her heart fluttered every time she took her time admiring this particular flower, a flower that would even survive in the raging winters of the Northern Territory.
