03: A Greenhouse Like a Birdcage

While I was grateful that I was being told the way to the greenhouse, the paths that led deeper and deeper into the castle served to put me a bit on edge. There was, at least at this time, no one else who patrolled these ways. That, however, did little to abate the wide-eyed stares of the guards that roamed the distant balconies and passages. I realised that I only had myself to blame, but my regret was already overwhelming me.

“It’s just… a little further. I’m really sorry, Kaldia.”

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