It felt like a dream—a long, wistful dream.
But if it truly were a dream, then it was the most beautiful one imaginable.
It was a vision of a time when innocence, joy, and the careless indulgence of childhood seemed within reach. A time when she allowed herself the fleeting luxury of being carefree, spoiled, and unburdened by expectations.
The royal garden of Teraquin Palace was bathed in serene radiance. Birds chirped melodious tunes. The midday sun blazed high above, its rays cascading over an expanse of vibrant, colorful blooms. A blend of flowers swayed gently glimmering beautifully.
Amid this picturesque sight stood a single young girl, no older than ten. Her mint-green hair, tied neatly back, shimmered in the sunlight, and atop her small head sat a crown—a gleaming symbol of her royal station. This child was none other than Alvara Freydis Teraquin, the First Royal Princess of the Teraquin Kingdom.
