Six months. Six months had passed since the eclipse. It had taken four months to repair the damage the witch had brought. At first, the people were a little resistant, even scared of Azkadellia, but her change of appearance helped.
She no longer wore the tight and decorated dresses, but opted for simple colors and more spring-like outfits. Her hair was down more, in simple braids or letting it fall around her. Many thought she resembled her youth, though DG was another story.
Her family compromised on her appearance. Allowing DG to wear what she was comfortable in anytime except during formal occasions. Azkadellia helped her sister for those events, giving the two time to bond. Though DG rarely trusted anyone else, besides her mother, to do so.
The last two months had been spent getting the girls reacquainted with the O.Z. and vise-versa. Many believed both Princesses were lost forever, but now having the royal family whole again was reason to celebrate. The family had taken back their residents at Finaqua, giving privacy that they needed just to get the family back together.
The party had been over for hours, the late night found DG sitting on her balcony from her room. She sighed for the hundredth time that night and decided that she had cabin fever. DG needed to get out, even for a while.
Making up her mind, she quickly dressed in a loose pair of pants and a long shirt, going barefoot. She quietly left her room, almost tiptoeing down the hall, the stairs and out the front doors.
DG was grateful for the family's solitude, no guards were posted near Finaqua. Though she was still aware that, even with the family's allies, their enemies were still around. The Gazebo, where her mother sat in DG's youth, stood out in the moonlight. Inviting her to relax there.
She took her time, enjoying the warm night and finally able to really see the gardens that surrounded the area. The wild grass tickled her feet, but the ground felt like velvet. The winds lightly whispered around, making the fields sway and that is where she saw it.
A lovely red and purple flower, almost resembling a rose, was dancing amongst the grass. Dg thought the flower would look nice in her room and went to pluck it from the ground. As she grabbed the stem, she forgot the other part of a rose, the thorns and her palm connected with a few.
"Ow." DG hissed, kissing her wounded hand, "Maybe later, when I can see your tricks."
She made her way to the Gazebo and looked around. It had changed a lot, now more of an outdoor patio to DG. A few tables and chairs sat in the middle with lovely marble benches lined the sides.
DG took a seat on one of the benches and faced the lake. She hugged her knees to her check, feeling like she could breath and relax finally. She drifted off to sleep, vaguely aware of the throbbing in her right hand.
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