Just as Aleksander had thought, his queen's sleep was riddled with nightmares. The vampire thought she would have preferred to be left alone in her sleep, but he wanted to alleviate her woes even just for a few hours.
He reached out his hand to her forehead, touching the center of her temple with the tip of his finger, careful not to scratch her with his nail.
The young king closed his eyes and thought of the most wonderful garden he had ever seen during his childhood. It was the place he had been the happiest before he knew about him being related to his crazy father – his mother's garden.
It was littered with a wide array of perennial flowers, vines creeping into the archway of the entrance.
A huge congregation of wisterias created a purplish canopy near a tiny lake near their small cottage, and Aleksander spent most of his days with his mother playing around while she was busy collecting plants.
