Kral's pov
This private garden within the palace was meticulously maintained by professional florists. I had instructed them to adorn it with exquisite and scarce flowers and trees, ensuring that its beauty and elegance were ever-present. Especially on moonlit evenings like this, the moon's gentle rays bestowed a nourishing touch upon the garden's blossoms, each one captivating in its own right.
For those fortunate enough to witness such a spectacle, the moonlit garden became an indelible memory, worth cherishing for a lifetime. However, I was not amazed, because you couldn't expect a person who had grown up here to constantly marvel at its beauty.
Nevertheless, tonight was an exception.
"Prince Kral..." Delia's body softened, akin to a white cloud. I doubted she was aware of just how
