At Salviana's question about the garden, Jean glanced around, studying the bare soil, the freshly pruned hedges, and the emptiness that awaited Salviana's touch. "It does, my lady. Though it seems it's waiting for something… or someone."
Salviana's smile deepened as she glanced down at her teacup. "It is. I have plans to bring it to life with flowers and herbs. It's barren now, but in time, I think it will become a beautiful space."
Jean's eyes sparkled with interest. "What sort of flowers do you envision here?"
"Oh, a variety," Salviana replied, a touch of excitement in her tone. "Roses, for their boldness. Lavender, for the calm it brings. Perhaps even wildflowers, to give it a bit of whimsy. I want it to be a garden that feels… free, you know? A place where one could forget for a moment that they're within the castle walls."
