It was easier for Gwendolyn to help Cameron handle his grief rather than her own. She was always better with busying herself with others’ problems. When it came to her own, she tended to internalize them— pushing further and further down until she was ill or refused to eat.<br/><br/>“To the gardens we go then. The maze has become quite... well, it’s a bit of an untended mess, but we’ll find our blooms.”<br/><br/>They walked together, arm in arm, through the castle and to the gardens, the staff frankly shocked to see the queen out and about. By the time they reached the royal gardens and the wildly overgrown floral hedge maze, some nosy eyed attendants were peeking curiously out the window to catch a glimpse of their young monarch out and enjoying the sun.<br/><br/>“Ever since mother passed, it’s been difficult to come here. I usually don’t go further beyond the rose bushes.” She stood hesitantly at the entrance of the maze. “Do you remember how many times I lost myself in here?”