Talek walked in a world of color.
He had never stepped foot in the royal garden, at least not this one, the new one.
The once rather unimpressive royal garden , the prince had ordered expanded, reshaped, and overgrown with exotic blooms and foreign trees, was a small forest of cultivated beauty. Word had it that the prince loved his nightly walks here. That rumor, at least, now Talek realized, was true.
Because he was walking beside him now.
He had been stunned when Alpheo himself appeared at the door of his chamber, not with a guard or attendant but alone, and asked in his calm, unhurried voice if he would care to join him for a walk.
Talek had only been able to nod.
Now, under the haze of soft moonlight and amid the scent of wild flowers and damp earth, he followed in the prince's quiet steps.
