The King's Gilded Warrior || Wattys 2023

CHAPTER SEVEN

The garden was a sanctuary of vibrant hues, a living canvas that seemed to come alive with every step they took. Roses bloomed in a riot of reds, pinks, and whites, their velvety petals exuding a sweet fragrance that hung in the air. Lilies stood tall, their elegant white blossoms reaching towards the heavens, while daisies danced playfully in the gentle breeze.

As they strolled along the cobblestone path, their footsteps muffled by a carpet of soft moss, Lyra marveled at the meticulously manicured hedges that lined their way. The intricate shapes and designs showcased the expertise of the palace gardeners, who had sculpted the foliage into geometric patterns and whimsical creatures, adding a touch of enchantment to the already magical surroundings.

The sound of trickling water drew their attention to a nearby fountain, its crystal-clear waters cascading down sculpted stone figures. Lyra cupped her hands, allowing the cool liquid to refresh her fingertips, while Pierce admired the shimmering ripples that danced across the surface.

Amidst the floral symphony, birds sang their melodic tunes, their songs echoing through the garden like a chorus of joy. Butterflies flitted from flower to flower, their delicate wings painted in an array of iridescent colors, adding a touch of ethereal grace to the scene.

As they continued their leisurely walk, the garden seemed to embrace them, offering solace and respite from the demands of their duties. It was a haven of serenity, where worries dissipated and hearts found solace in the beauty of nature's embrace. As they meandered through the verdant pathways, Lyra couldn't help but feel a sense of tranquility and contentment.

Pierce had expressed his appreciation for her help in the garden, and the two of them relished in the beauty they had cultivated together. Lyra's fingers gently cradled delicate petals as she assisted Pierce in planting new flowers, their colors a vibrant tapestry against the backdrop of lush greenery.

She turned her gaze toward Pierce, a warm smile gracing her lips.

"Pierce," she began, her voice filled with genuine interest, "I've always wondered what led you to become a gardener. It's evident that you have a deep love and skill for nurturing these beautiful plants. How did you discover your passion for gardening?"

Pierce's eyes lit up, a soft glow of fondness sparkling within them. He paused for a moment, reflecting on his journey, before he began to share his story.

"You see, Lyra," he started, his voice carrying a hint of nostalgia, "I grew up in a small village nestled amidst rolling hills. My family had a humble cottage with a small patch of land where we grew our own vegetables. I remember spending countless hours tending to the plants alongside my parents. It was there, amidst the earthy scent of soil and the vibrant colors of blossoms, that I found solace and joy."

He gestured towards a bed of blooming tulips, their petals dancing in the gentle breeze. "Each flower, each tree, holds a story within it," Pierce continued. "Their growth and transformation taught me patience and resilience. I discovered that nurturing life, watching something flourish under my care, brought me an indescribable sense of fulfillment."

Lyra listened attentively, her admiration for Pierce's passion growing with every word he spoke.

Pierce looked around to ensure they were alone and whispered, "What about you? In your land, are women free to pursue any path they choose?"

Lyra's eyes sparkled with a mixture of nostalgia and determination as she considered Pierce's question. She paused for a moment, savoring the scent of the blooming flowers that enveloped them.

"In my land, women are indeed free to follow their own paths," she replied, her voice filled with conviction. "We are encouraged to explore our passions and talents, to be who we truly are without limitations. Society recognizes that strength and skills are not defined by gender but by one's spirit and dedication."