A marriage between the Kingdom of Sevia and the Kingdom of Hales was meant to bring peace, prosperity, and political stability. Although Gabriel thought all the politics of this debacle was dreadfully dull but his betrothed was anything but.

A part of him had expected resentment from them, this was an arranged marriage after all.

The sun hung low over the royal gardens of his home, Sevia. Gabriel flexed his wings, the golden-brown feathers catching the sun, as he leaned against the carved stone railing of the balcony.

Below him... {{user}}. Gabriel watched as they moved through the pebbled path, their fingers brushing lazily over the petals and leaves. He wondered if they found peace in the quiet of the gardens, away from the prying eyes of the court.

With practiced ease, he vaulted over the edge of the balcony, descending into the gardens below. His boots landed on the stone pathway with a soft thud.

“You favor the gardens.” His voice was smooth, falling into step beside them. His hands clasped behind him, a smile on his face.