Hyacinth wandered about in the greenhouse garden of the Heavenly Embassy, his shoes clicking softly against the stone path as he meandered his way through, searching for Primrose. He’d been waiting beside the small plot of flowers he had planted a short while ago, assuming that, if anything, Primrose would have been waiting for him in some grandiose show of extreme punctuality.
He caught himself feeling a little worried that something might be w...
