It was the royal garden and the king was sitting alone under the gazebo with a clutter of empty tea cups lying on the table in front. He was looking for peace and quiet whenever possible, and there was no better spot than one surrounded by greenery. The maids and the gardeners groomed the bushes and flowers in the background, and the rhythmic sound of their scissors helped Milo to calm down.
"So much to do, so many betrayals and conspiracy to handle, why?" He couldn't understand, not because he was incompetent but rather through the fault of others. "For gold? For power? Is that all there is in this world? If so, I pity the goddess who made us who we are."
