Princess Amaya chose not to retreat to her room as the last echoes of laughter and clinking glassware faded from the banquet hall. Instead, she wandered into the garden, the soft moonlight illuminating her path.
With a gentle sigh, she settled onto the swing beside the gazebo, its intricate carvings softly caressed by the night breeze. She gazed into the distance, her thoughts drifting like the rustling leaves above, as a melancholic mood enveloped her, deepening the tranquility of the night.
She was startled as she sensed a firm tug on the rope, causing the swing to lurch forward smoothly and gently. The unexpected movement momentarily distracted her. She felt the breeze on her face as she leaned into the swing.
"Oh, it is you, Leon." Princess Amaya said, trying to sound normal and forcing a smile.
