IRISH
I was walking in the castle gardens when I saw the silhouette of something or someone. I was about to go closer when they moved, causing me to throw my basket and shriek. But it was none other than the king.
“Easy Irish, easy,” he said.
“Your Majesty? You spooked my wolf out of me,” I said, as I tried to catch my breath.
He chuckled lightly. “What are you doing, wandering about at night?”
I showed my basket to him.“I went to pick the herbs as they are still fresh. Those are my babies you know.”
“Of course,” he acknowledged and his smile slowly disappeared.
“May I?” I ask, gesturing to the space beside him and he nodded.
“Is everything okay?” I enquired, observing he wasn't his usual jovial self. “I mean, you out here alone is pretty much unusual.”
“It's Aria,” he said flatly
