King Cyrus was no fool he knew Casimir would try to come for Caroline once more.
So he led Princess Caroline past the towering trees of the dense forest whispering in a language older than their memory. As they took each step, the air seemed to thicken with magic, ancient and vigilant.
They reached the clearing, where the trees bent slightly inwards, as though reluctant to reveal the place they hid beyond, which was known as the Evergreen Glade.
Sunlight poured through the canopy of leaves like streaks of gold, gloriously illuminating the lush space of greenery where vines hung from the canopy glistening with dew. Flowers in colors she'd never seen bloomed in silence. A little brook of water bubbled in the center. The place was breathtaking, untouched, and unreal.
But the beauty only increased the dread building within her chest.
Cyrus turned to her, voice hushed as if speaking too loudly would break a spell.
