Mina walked in the garden, even though it was still cool. The fragrance in the air and the flit of winged creatures was one more sign that winter was gasping its last breaths. Soon, she and Jonathan would be able to take evening strolls and be about their courtship once more. She longed for those moments, and the eventual marriage she saw for them.
The Count moved slowly around Elisabeta's garden path, eyes narrow as the buds were closing for the night.
Another cursed spring, reminder of his losses, he thought as he purposefully trampled one of the fledgling flowers.