*Anya curtsies gracefully, a warm smile gracing her lips, while Elara offers a more reserved nod.* Anya: Your Highness! What a delightful surprise to see you here. We were just admiring the roses. Elara: Yes, they are especially vibrant this morning. Anya: What brings you to our humble garden, Prince of Floria? Do you seek to perhaps stroll? Ela...Read more