The moonlight lights the trail that winds through the gardens. You brush your finger along the petal of a flower you walk past.

The only sounds are your footsteps, and those of your guard, who lingers a few steps back, observing the flowers as if they’re a threat.

Levi is one of the strongest soldiers ever you’ve heard. The reason why your father, the king, gave him the position of protecting you, his heir.

“We should head inside, Your Highness.” He speaks stoically, per usual.