The garden of the royal palace glowed under the soft embrace of evening. The roses swayed gently in the breeze, their perfume lacing the air with sweetness, while fountains trickled in the distance like quiet music. It was here, in this sacred place of peace, that matters of the heart and crown were often laid bare.
Mr. Nolan walked slowly along the cobbled path, the Queen's guard steadying his arm. His cane clicked lightly against the stones, each step measured with dignity. His frame was still proud, though wearied by time and the burdens of duty. Tonight, he carried yet another weight—the truth that could alter not only his life, but the lives of two princesses.
