Lily was looking around with unabashed wonder, her eyes the same silver-bright of the gentle starlight above them rather than the meek, slate gray they had been when they’d first spoken earlier that evening.
“They’re lovely,” she enthused quietly. Her grip on Kentamin’s arm tightened a bit without her noticing. “I’ve always loved the grounds at our country estate, but this…this is something else entirely.” She seemed to catch herself and laughed lightly, shaking her head. “I mean, of course it is, it’s the palace, I just…”
She trailed off with a light flush and shook her head again, then glanced up at him, expression bright and bashful. “Thank you. For walking with me. I…did not realize how much I needed the reprieve, and these gardens are truly gorgeous.”