AT a snail's pace Solana strolled at her grandmother’s well-tended gardens.
This is her third day in the manor. She spent most of her days in the confinement of her bedroom. At times, she would stay in the sunroom when she knew that the queen was there to oversee the orchids and the succulents plants she so loves.
This is the first time that Solana went out of the house. She wanted to stretch her legs and breath in the fresh air. Besides, her father will visit today.
Solana smiled at the gardener who saluted when their eyes met.
“Are you feeling better, hercegné? I heard you’re not yourself lately.”
“I’m good now. Thank you for asking.”
She occupied the nearest bench. From where she was, she could see the glass windows of her own bedroom.
Marcos was right. It has the best view.
