"I hope you do not mind my sister; she did not mean what she had said," Dalia began with an awkward laugh as she held hands with the king. Both of them taking a rather long path in the garden, where big sunflowers were spread in rows, along with tulips and bluebells, each flower arranged quite neatly, every color paired with its team.
Countless times she had walked in this garden and admired the handiwork of the servants. It must have taken a lot of care to keep it this neat.
Today, she had insisted that her husband must take a walk with her and breathe the good fresh air of the flowers. He was a man who always stayed engulfed in work, so oftentimes it was hard to see him. Therefore, with every opportunity that she got, she made sure to spend time with him.
