Asher stood in the heart of Naida's illusory rosy garden, an enchanting sanctuary she had crafted herself and considered as her true home.
The air was thick with the fragrance of blooming roses, their hues of deep pink and crimson casting a dreamy glow over the garden, as if the very atmosphere held Naida's warmth.
Naida reached out and plucked a rose with elegance, handing it to him with a gentle smile, "I hate to drag you here while you're busy, but I thought you needed a moment to slow down and breathe," she murmured, her voice as soothing as the rustling leaves around them, "You haven't slept properly for weeks."
