As Duke Caius carried Mabel, she obediently kept her eyes closed, eagerly anticipating their surprise adventure.
She could feel the warmth of the sun kissing her skin and the gentle breeze carrying the fragrant scents of the forest. The melodious songs of birds serenaded them along the way.
"Are we there yet?" Mabel couldn't contain her excitement, her curiosity piqued. She wondered where her father was taking her and what new wonders awaited.
"Oh, not just yet, Mabel. Keep those eyes closed," Duke Caius replied playfully, his voice carrying a hint of mischief.
Mabel's senses were awakened as she detected a sweet aroma in the air, a blend of flowers and fresh grass. It felt comforting, familiar, like a cherished memory.
"Now, open your eyes, Mabel."
Upon opening her eyes, Mabel was struck with awe at the breathtaking sight before her. It was a flower field, one she had played in countless times with her dear friend Anne back at the orphanage.
