Episode 2

POV MARCELA

I left the room, feeling the need for fresh air and a bit of solitude. The majestic garden of the palace, with its lush vegetation and the intoxicating aroma of flowers, offered me solace.

I walked among the paths, admiring the variety of colors and shapes, when my attention was caught by a figure among the rose bushes.

It was a woman of singular beauty, with hair as blonde as the sun and blue eyes as deep as the sea. She moved with a natural grace, caressing the petals of the flowers with a delicacy that denoted a genuine love for them. She was absorbed in her task, smelling and examining each flower with palpable concentration.

Although my instinct was not to interrupt her moment of peace, it was too late. She had seen me, or at least perceived my presence, as she turned her head towards me, her blue eyes meeting mine.

"Excuse me, I didn't mean to disturb you," I said, feeling a bit clumsy for interrupting her.

She gave me a warm smile. "No problem. I was just looking for the right flower."

"And what would that be?" I asked, my curiosity piqued by her concentration.

"I'm looking for the missing ingredient to complete one of my new perfumes," she replied, her eyes sparkling with a creative spark.

Without thinking, I approached and, guided by an inexplicable intuition, tilted my head to smell one of the roses nearby.

"The Damask rose," I stated confidently. "It's the essence that's missing, the one that will give that deep, velvety layer to your creation."

The woman looked at me with genuine surprise, and her blue eyes widened a little more. "How do you know that?"

"I don't really know," I admitted, shrugging my shoulders. "I just perceive it. It's as if the flower is talking to me."

A smile appeared on her lips, a smile that radiated ancient wisdom.

"I like that way of perceiving things. And you, who are you?"

"I'm Marcela," I replied.

"Marcela," she repeated, savoring the name. "If things are as I believe, then you are Prince Leandro's fiancee, right?"

My heart skipped a beat. The connection I felt at that moment, beyond the conversation about perfumes, was unique and indescribable.

It was as if we had known each other all our lives.

"Yes, he is my husband," I confirmed, feeling a warmth spread through my chest.

She smiled even more, a smile that conveyed a deep complicity. "I am Eleonora Volkov. And I would love for you to stop by my house when you have time. I love creating new species in perfumes, and it would be a pleasure to have your help, I see that you have a gift, one very similar to mine." From her small bag she took out a golden card and gave it to me. "You can call me whenever you want to go and I will send someone for you, I would love for you to show me what you can do."

The invitation, so warm and genuine, resonated within me. I felt an immediate affinity with Eleonora, a connection that went beyond words.

It was like finding a soulmate in an unexpected place, a "wolf woman" worthy of admiration, whose presence radiated strength and a deep connection with nature.

She smiled even more, a smile that conveyed a deep complicity.

"Of course! I would love to," I replied, carefully putting away the card.

At that moment, a palace employee approached. "Miss Marcela, Prince Leandro is waiting for you."

"Thank you," I replied, nodding. And I turned to Eleonora. "It has been a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Eleonora. I will call you soon."

"The pleasure has been mine, dear," she replied, her gaze full of warmth. "But just call me Eleonora."

I said goodbye to her and headed towards where Leandro was waiting for me. Upon seeing me, his expression softened.

"Ready to go home?" he asked.

"Yes," I replied, feeling immense relief at the thought of leaving behind the tension of the palace and returning to our own home.

Together, we left the palace, leaving behind the echoes of the court and delving into the tranquility of our home.

As I crossed the threshold of our home, a wave of tranquility enveloped me. The magnitude of the house, with its high ceilings and spacious halls, dissipated before the intimate and welcoming atmosphere that emanated from every corner. It was our sanctuary, a space where the formalities of the palace vanished, allowing the true essence of our life together to flourish.

As soon as we took a few steps through the main hall, two women, impeccably dressed and with a serene expression on their faces, came forward and greeted us with a respectful bow.

"Welcome home," they said in unison, their voices resonating with a warmth that invited relaxation.

Leandro gave me a knowing smile, his eyes reflecting the same happiness I felt. Then, addressing me, he explained sweetly: "They are Elena and Sofia, they will help us with all the household chores, so you won't have to worry about anything."

A slight blush rose to my cheeks as I heard his words.

"But you know I like to do it."

He came closer, his presence comforting. And this time he spoke to me and treated me with a tenderness that disarms me, with his hand he brushed away a rebellious lock of hair that had slipped over my face.

"I know, little one, and I admire your dedication. But I don't want you to exhaust yourself. I do it thinking of you and our little one, so you have all the rest you deserve."

His words, laden with a protective love and deep consideration, dispelled any trace of resistance in me. I nodded, my heart overflowing with gratitude for his attention and care.

"If you want something specific to eat, you just have to ask them and they will take care of preparing it to your liking," he added with his gaze fixed on mine.

"Okay," I replied, "But for now, what they prepare will be perfect. I just want to go up and take a bath and relax a bit."

"Okay," he replied, "I'll see you in a while. I'm going to the office, I have some important documents to review."

With that promise of a reunion later, I said goodbye with a smile and set off towards the stairs, eager to immerse myself in the warm water and let the tiredness of the day dissipate, while Leandro headed to his responsibilities, knowing that our home awaited us, full of peace and love...

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