C337 TRAP IN THE GARDEN

"The trees are moving," Aria whispered, her voice barely a thread in the humid air of the Great Forest. She leaned back into the Young Prince’s chest, her body humming with that strange, internal vibration. "They aren't just wood and leaf. They have heartbeats."

The Young Prince tightened his arm around her waist, his other hand gripping the reins of his black mare. "Those aren't heartbeats