(Azaria 'Ziya' Point of View)
With the passing months, the seasons have changed as well. The vibrant greens of summer have given way to the warm hues of autumn, and the chill in the air signals that winter is on its way. As the leaves fall, so have the walls around my heart, slowly but surely.
The King and I have been seeing each other since Caspian's birthday, and now it has been almost half a year. What started as letters being sent back and forth has blossomed into something I never expected. Each note, penned in elegant, flowing script, carried words that made my heart flutter. It didn't take long for me to realize that the handwriting matched that of my gifts, the ones that had mysteriously appeared before Caspian's party.
