In the vast gardens of the palace of Evardin, on one afternoon, a young girl was running through the stone pathway between flower beds, giggling with a flower in her hand.
The girl of age five had her brown hair braided like a crown atop her head. She looked at the flower she held, still giggling, until she bumped into something that made her fall to her bottom.
"Aw," she muttered, wincing.
"Look at where you are walking."
The cool baritone voice had Lily looking up. When she recognized who it was, her eyes widened and her lips stretched into a big smile.
"Darius! You are back!"
"Why are you running around recklessly?" Darius raised his brow at the young girl. His face was stoic as he held out his hand.
Lily put her small hand on Darius' big one. She kept smiling as he pulled her up gently. Darius was tasked by His Majesty to do something outside the town and it had been a week since he left the palace.
