{Prologue}
h the castle garden, the radiant sun cast its golden rays upon the lush green grass, the majestic trees, and the vibrant flowers that adorned the surroundings. The sun's brilliance elevated the beauty of the garden, causing it to glow with an ethereal charm. Dillon marvelled at the diverse array of flowers that flourished in this enchanting place—roses, sunflowers, lilies, and even the rare and captivating wolf Spain. Each bloom seemed to bask in the sun's warmth, emanating a mesmerizing aura that captivated Dillon's senses.
With a bunch of freshly picked flowers in his hands, he strolls back towards his mother, who is seated on the grass, captivated by the swaying trees in the breeze. "Mama!" Dilon exclaims, a wide grin spreading across his face, as he positions himself beside her and extends the bouquet of flowers towards her.
"Hmm? How beautiful sit, I'll make you something."Dillon sits beside his mother, watching her work her magic, turning the flowers into a flower crown.
"There is a crown for my prince," she whispers softly as she places the flower crown on his head. His eyes were practically sparkly in awe.
"I want to learn how to do that!" he says as his mother giggles. "Of course anything for my ray of hope." Dillon had spent most of the day making crown after crown for his mother. His crowns weren't as pretty as his mother's, but she loved them either way.
It was the last opportunity to spend precious moments with her before she was imprisoned and ultimately met her tragic fate, by his own father's hands.
