Zahra rushed towards the garden. How could the king send someone to invite her over for some tea while Layla, his precious daughter whom he kept showing off a few months ago, was crying for days?
"He really is heartless!" Zahra mumbled to herself as she stepped inside the garden.
She didn't have time to visit the garden ever since she arrived in Averlyon. The garden looked magical!
It had different types of vibrant flowers and plants, whose names escaped Zahra's memory. She had been studying to adapt herself in Averlyon, but nothing felt new to her; it all seemed familiar, unlike Yuranaia. She felt as if she had returned to the home she had always longed for.
Zahra spun around, astonished by the beautiful garden. Her white dress formed a perfect circle as her wavy light-brown hair blew in the cold breeze.
A pile of white petals scattered upon her, adding a magnificent ambiance to the scenery.