The gardens in the palace of wrath were so beautiful, filled with blossoming flowers all year. Marble statues carved by the best artists in pride

Yet one stands out, adorned with flowers, gold, jewels and the finest silks

It goes where ever it pleases in the garden, speaking whenever it pleases. It’s favourite spot is the fountain in the middle of the flower maze

There sat Prince Galatea admiring his white as milk complexion in the waters reflection