Queen Sona [Part -2]
Leon stepped quietly into the heart of the palace garden. The stone under his boots felt cool, and the air was tinged with roses and fresh earth. Leaves rustled gently above, and the soft murmur of a nearby fountain colored the silence with peace.
And there—just ahead, standing alone near a blooming rose bush—was Queen Sona.
Her back remained to him, silver-white hair cascading down like wisps of moonlight, reflecting softly with the pinkish hue of evening. A hand stroked the bloom of a rose, fingers tracing as if to learn the shape of it. She appeared peaceful… but unresponsive. Unresponsive in a manner that had Leon freezing in his step.
She hadn't felt him.
That itself seemed out of place.
