TAYLOR
The garden had become my refuge, a place where I could escape the turmoil that seemed to have taken root within the palace walls. Each morning, I found solace among the vibrant blooms and the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze. Tending to the flowers had become a ritual, a way to occupy my thoughts and keep busy in Vladimir's absence.
This day, like many others, was no different. I lost myself in the delicate dance of nurturing nature, my hands carefully tending to each petal and leaf. Time seemed to slip away unnoticed, and it was only when the sky began to paint itself with hues of crimson and gold that I realized how late it had become.
With a sigh, I set down the gardening tools and dusted off my hands. The sun had dipped below the horizon, and a cool evening breeze whispe
