The next day, Jasmine found herself strolling through the royal garden, the soft fragrance of flowers filling the air as she walked alongside her younger sister, Lysandra. The sunlight filtered through the leaves as birds sang and flew through the air, and yet the young girl's curiosity and attention were elsewhere.
"So... how was your first night?" Lysandra asked with a mischievous grin, her eyes gleaming with the curiosity of a girl of fourteen winters.
Jasmine immediately felt her cheeks flush. "It was fine," she muttered, trying to deflect the question as she glanced away, her steps quickening . Yet Lysandra wasn't so easily deterred.
"Oh, come on! You have to tell me!" she teased, grabbing Jasmine's arm and shaking it lightly, her laughter ringing through the garden.
