Princess Divale instantly turned to walk forward to another hall that led to the garden. She held her large dress in her hands so she could increase her pace.
She knew what she saw and she had to confirm if it was true or just from her imagination.
When she finally got to the entrance of the enormous garden, she swept her eyes past the colorful flowers to search for what she had seen in the hall.
If he was really the one.
Indeed, in the middle of the garden, stood a dashing, shirtless slave. His back was towards her but that was all she needed to ascertain he was the one.
With a wide smile, she ran down the lane that led to the garden with her arms wide open to hug him.
He turned when he heard footsteps running down to him and when he saw her, he opened his arms as well.
