The Garden

Iridiscent lightflies flickered about the courtyard as evening set in. High arches led up to the overlooking walkway balcony, allowing others to enjoy the garden from above. Herbs and flowers were cultivated here not only for beauty, but also for medicine. The scent of damp soil and aromatic blossoms filled the air. Colors flourished; hundreds of tones and shades, as palace gardeners moved through them in stark livery. The lamplight did not do the garden justice. Anya rested, tending to her embroidery hoop, a hint of disappointment surrounding her. Bells were still tolling in the distance. The Prince was dead.