Marx escorted Princess Amaya to the North Wing, where a breathtaking garden sprawled before them. Vibrant flowers swayed gently in the breeze, and lush grass carpeted the ground. At the center of the garden stood a magnificent gazebo, its presence commanding yet serene.
The pair strolled side by side along the cobbled pathway leading to the gazebo. Marx's fingers twitched with the desire to reach for Amaya's hand, but he held back. He could feel the lingering tension between them—Amaya was still upset with him, and he knew better than to push his luck.
As they approached, Marx noted how the gazebo had transformed over the past two years. The six elegant pillars were adorned with intricate carvings, and their bases were entwined with jasmine vines in full bloom, exuding a heady fragrance. The dome above gleamed softly, its pale hue reminiscent of drifting clouds.
