Questions flooded her mind as she crossed the garden, treading lightly on brilliant mosses. Where was she? How could such a garden, beautiful enough to rival the greatest of House Tyrieth’s palatial grounds, be growing in the heart of the Myrewood? Who could conceive of a place like this, let alone grow and maintain it? Was it the work of a man, or a god? And if it was a man, was he single?
