Roselyn was sitting in the garden enjoying her cup of tea. She just watched absent-mindedly as a bird tried to feed its chick. This garden was giving off a good vibe coupled with the cool air and serene environment, a big contrast to what she was used to back in Arcadia. The garden back in Arcadia could not hold a candle against this.
Her mind drifted to her father and she wondered how he was faring. And though her father was always strict to her, it was unlike him to force her to get married to some random Lord. She didn't understand why he wanted her to marry someone she didn't like. And to add salt to the injury, he had gone as far as to denounce her as his daughter and the princess of Arcadia.
