I followed my father outside, ambling out of his throne room and onto the wide footpath winding through the magnificent garden.
The garden itself was breathtaking with perfectly trimmed hedges and lavish marble fountains, exotic flowers of impossible colors and towering trees that filtered the sunlight through their canopies in golden shafts, casting beautiful latticed patterns on the interlocking stones below.
The air was filled with various floral scents, some sweet and some fruity, creating an atmosphere that was as serene as any place could possibly be.
…Yet, I was on edge.
I hadn't had a one-on-one talk with this man since… forever?
Wait, that couldn't be right…
Narrowing my eyes, I tried my best to recall the last time I'd had a proper conversation with him.
The memories came in bits and pieces.
I remembered some childhood lessons on war strategy that felt more like lectures from a stern instructor than a father.
