Red River

ROME

Rome had been by the lake for about an hour and had no desire to leave just yet, not with the tranquillity the cool shade and fragrance of the lakes flora offered.

Everything felt different there; the serenity, the birds, the view of the Castle, the grass, and the lake itself. He couldn’t imagine a place that held as many positive memories in the entirety of Hanaerum. He remembered coming down often to the lake with Mother and Skye on long picnics where she’d tell them stories of her childhood. It was where they came to be away from all the problems existing within the Castle and court.

To Rome, it was the most beautiful part of the Castle as it was away from people and noise. The grass lining it marshy edges stayed green all year rounded sporting small red flowers that transported one into a land of fairies and rainbows with its almost hallucinating perfume.

If one wanted to escape everything, Red River was the place.

He lay back on the grass and closed his eyes, worry somehow