There were a few flowers in a corner, a few trees, and a few piles here and there, but overall it was a vast field.
The grass was simply too verdant; Ella was reminded more of a spa than anything else.
she
As the King strolled by, she overheard him remark, "During our spare time, my mother would bring me here."
A flutter of excitement sprang in Ella's chest, but she still didn't look at him.
"She would bring me a basket of goodies, including fruit, baked goods, and candy. And that's a
distant tree,
We used to just hang around and eat and play games. She often read or told me stories. "
It was a little grin, but Ella didn't need any outside confirmation that it was an achingly melancholy one.
He continued, "After she died."
"For the next decade, I often visited on my own, and each visit seemed like torture.
Every thing reminds me of her, except for this one item. I… Every time I came here, I cried my eyes out, and it was very hard for me to go back home. "