Jasmine's POV
The sun was already crashing behind the palace walls when I finally left Otto's chaotic study.
My head throbbed with too many thoughts dream walking, Drasil trees, prophecies, danger I didn't understand.
All I wanted was air.
Fresh air.
I stepped into the courtyard, letting the cool evening breeze brush my face. The roses swayed gently, their scent calming my racing heart.
Then I saw her.
Queen Rose.
She stood near the fountain, sunlight touching her vibrant red hair and making her look almost ethereal. Her gown shimmered like water. She looked peaceful.
But my heartbeat spiked.
Auburn.
Yesterday.
Burned by the fire.
And I had laughed.
For a split second, panic held me.
She's going to punish me.
My feet stalled.
The Queen looked up and smiled.
"Jasmine, my love," Queen Rose called warmly. "Come here, child."
Relief washed over me so fast my knees nearly buckled.
