Warning: Mild Gore
The sun had begun its slow descent into the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the landscape. Velene walked along the narrow dirt path leading away from the castle, her fingers brushing against the tall grass swaying lazily in the breeze. Birds chirped overhead, their songs harmonizing with the tune she hummed softly to herself, a lilting melody that her mother had once sung to her.
Her lips curved into a faint smile as she plucked a cluster of wildflowers from the side of the path. The delicate blossoms were a medley of whites and purples, their soft fragrance filling the air as she brought them to her nose. For a moment, Velene felt like a girl again, lost in a dream where the world was kind and love was real.
