Towards the afternoon, Victoria, after asking a few servants about Katherine's whereabouts found herself at the castle's greenhouse the place they said she spent most of her free time, but the quiet girl was nowhere to be seen though. Victoria had only been here once, but had to leave rather quickly because she was busy mapping out the entire place for her escape plan during her first day here.
But now as she stepped foot in here once again, she wondered why she hadn't done so in the month she had been here, the air was cool and the glass used to build the green house reflected the sunlight perfectly, the plants varied in both color and uniqueness–each of the flowers and non-flowering plants beautiful in their own Alcazarian-esque way. The scented air, the butterflies in charge of pollinating, the birds who also drank the nectar of plants…it felt like a fairytale, like the stories Mallory would gush about on a daily basis.
