“The maze was my mother’s joy as you remember. She hasn’t been able to guide the gardeners into the vision she wants. And I’m too weak to take the mantle from her.” Gwendolyn touched the gardenia tucked into her hair— her favorite. Of course he had still remembered.<br/><br/>“No one would protest. Perhaps the gardeners would be thankful.” Gwendolyn turned and glanced back towards the reflective windows of the castle before she took steps further into the maze.<br/><br/>“I promise I shan’t run from you this time,” she called out behind her, a small smile on her face.