while she was extroverted, ronnie loved the gardens of her home. kensington palace didnât offer the sentimental value the palace most thought of when thinking about england. she looked up from smelling a rose. âare you lost?â she asked, straightening up. she had a feeling a lot would be needing the assistance to get around.
ewan had never been the type to hide from anything but nature was like a second home to him. quite literally. and as beautiful as the palace was it wasnât his beloved canada. being stuck between four walls was making him grow restless so the young prince had decided that perhaps a walk through the gardens would help. he had, however, not been expecting the gardens to be such a massive extension of land and found himself quite lost. âumm,â the voice startled him. âme? lost? no. just wandering around. it is a thing we canadians do a lot.âÂ


















