Primose often walked through the Heavenly Embassy’s greenhouse in the morning. It was a calming ritual – more so in the checking than the walking. Everything had its place, and the risk that something would fall out of place without Primrose’s knowledge could be enough to keep him up at night. Most mornings, everything was as it should be. This morning, however, Primrose found a stranger in the greenhouse.
The bright, warm rays light filtering through the glass of the greenhouse ...
