The path to the garden was quiet, save for the sound of their measured footsteps against the stone pavement.
The estate grounds stretched wide around them, bathed in the soft glow of the evening sun. Elias walked a step behind Cassius, but it wasn't out of strict formality it simply felt natural.
When they reached the garden, Elias couldn't hide his awe. Rows of vibrant flowers sprawled before them, their colors rich and deep, some in full bloom while others remained tightly wound buds.
It was more than just beautiful, it was breathtaking.
He stepped forward, drawn by the sight of a bed of roses, their petals a striking shade of crimson. He reached out, not to pluck one, but simply to admire it up close.
His fingers skimmed the delicate petals before stopping at the sharp thorns that ran along the stem.
