Morning sunlight streamed softly through the tall windows of my chamber, catching the delicate glimmer of dew I had sprayed earlier. I sat near the balcony, carefully adjusting the flower crowns, two of them, twined with wildflowers the prince and I had woven together just yesterday. My fingers lingered on the petals, still fresh vibrant. Brother had cast a preservation charm on them before leaving, whispering the incantation with a fond smile.
"Now they will not wither," He had said.
I smiled to myself, brushing a soft pink bloom into place. I wonder… could such a spell ever work on people? Could he cast something that would stop time from stealing loved ones away?
A gentle mist of water hissed from the little brass spray bottle in my hand, catching the light like stardust. I tilted my head and studied the crowns again, proud of how beautiful they looked.
Then, a knock.
Firm but not impatient.
