As the doors of the greenhouse swung open, Aideen felt a refreshing gust of wind brush over her face and chest. The princess discerned the enchanting scent of blooming flowers mixed with the pleasant coolness and the peculiar smell of falling snow. She could not help but smile again –– Ahspid's touch; the mage undeniably had a soft side to his cold and cunning antics.
With each step that led her inside the vibrant greenhouse, the woman's mana reacted to her surroundings right away, painting a mesmerizing picture of white and blue as its interior imprinted in her mind.
Nothing seemed to have changed, and yet, everything was entirely different.
Because everyone was there. Without exception.
As Aideen walked inside the greenhouse, in an instant, as if thoroughly rehearsed, everyone present turned their heads towards her.
