Oliver sat alone at his stone table, maps laid out in every angle in front of him. Some of the parchments were so old the edges were yellowed and crumbled at the slightest of breezes. Others were made so recently that you could see the intricate details of the tiny mountains or the individual leaves on trees in forest marks that one could only see with a magnifying glass.

As acting warlord and as an heir to the White Dragon throne, it was Oliver's duty to scope out possible advantage points for the knights. His brother, the king, sent the maps along with a letter explaining the new advance in the western side of their kingdom and into the enemies; the Black Dragon Kingdom. There are many kingdoms of the land, but two are the most powerful and ancient. The White and Black Dragon Kingdoms.  The people of these kingdoms hold great power, as they have the great ability to turn into massive, powerful dragons. In fact, because their power is so special, they show attributes of dragons, even in their normal, human-like form. The white-dragon people are often found with white or light gray horns, pointed ears, wings, tails, and sometimes diamond-pupils. The black-dragon people are the same, but the color of their features are different.

Oliver himself had two thin, white, elegant horns that sprouted from the back of his head and curved slightly upward. He also had large, powerful white wings and tail. They almost seemed to glow from their purity, giving off a small arura of light when exposed to the sun. That was partially due to him being a royal, though. Most white-dragon people often have a more dulled or pearly white, along with little bits of silver or grey here or there. 

He sighed and leaned back on his chair. He took a quill and dipped it in some ink and began his report for the king. He also made a note that he would go to visit the king personally to further discuss battle plans. The king knew how to strategize, obviously, but Oliver was much more talented than him when it came to combat plans, and always reached out to him for his advice. Besides, they were brothers, and every chance they got to be together, even if few and far between, would make their week. When he finished, he carefully folded the letter and stamped it in his seal before pocketing it. He put away the maps and left the room.

He made the way through his small castle of a manor, throwing a kind "hello," or "good afternoon," to some servants he passed. Though he wasn't a king, he was a prince and landlord. His manor rested on the northern side of the kingdom, protecting the common folk who live on their land. Any problem on his land he dealt with, as well as yearly reports the king on trades, harvests, and other businesses. 

As he entered the gardens, he spotted his wife sitting on a wooden bench, looking at the daisies. It was a regular thing for them. He would go into his workroom to write his reports or read, and she would come out here and admire the daisies. After he finished, he would come to her. Some days, they would have some small talk, while other days they just sat side by side, looking at the flowers in silence.

It was a small patch of daisies, placed in the center of the garden. Yet they grew with vigor and bloomed in bunches of beauty. They were enchanted to grow year-round and never die. In front of the flowers and slightly onto the cobblestone path, lied a polished marble rock. On it, there were chiseled letters.

'Daisy Leanne Whitewing'

The gravestone of their stillborn daughter. Their only child. They never had children after her, or even talked about it. Oliver's heart still grew sullen whenever thinking of the life they could've had with her, but he knows Diana hurts more than he could possibly imagine. She changed, that day. Yes, she was still a kind, wonderful woman, but the light in her eyes is dimmed, and seem to light up less and less. It scares Oliver, but he knows there's very little that he could do to help her.

"What did you do today, love?" She asked, not taking her eyes off of the flowers.

Oliver smiled. She was in a good mood right now, if she wanted to talk.

"Looked over some maps of the western territories. King Vincent's troops ambushed the black-dragon soldiers and captured the land. He's looking for the best routes to pass bog that lays there."

"You silly dragons and that war. I remembered when I was little, there was a peace older than the royal bloodlines between your two kins." 

Oliver chuckled. Unlike himself, Diana was actually an angel-descendant. They were a rare group of people, with abilities ranging from powerful magic to the ability to revive a deceased person. Diana once had that power, but the night their daughter died, something happened to it. They hadn't known until later when she tried to do it. When they realized they couldn't, she almost went mad with mournful hysteria. It took her a long time, but she eventually came to terms with it. So instead, she visits the garden. To her, and to both of them, this is them spending time with their daughter. Their little Daisy.

"Hey, it's not our fault! It's that tyrant of a king, Pale Shadow. He was the one who broke the peace between our two kins. It was that evil black-dragon man who is making his people fight a war that most, I'm sure, never wanted to be a part of."

Diana only hummed in response. Oliver fidgeted. He wanted to bring up the meeting he'll have with his brother, but he didn't want to break her peaceful silence that had formed again.

"What is it, love?" She asked, taking her eyes off of the little bunch of daisies to glance at him.

He sighed. "Once I send off of my letter to Vincent, I'm going to have to take a trip to his castle to further our discussions on his advance. I'll be gone for only a couple of days."

Diana was silent for a long time and only spread out her gray, feathery wings in a quick stretch. Oliver was patient for his answer.

"I'll stay here then, make sure everything goes smoothly in the castle and the village."

The white-dragon prince smiled and kissed his beloved on the cheek.

"Thank you, dear."

Diana smiled and stood up. "I'll go to the kitchen and have them ready some supplies for your trip."

Oliver nodded and stood as well. "Very well. I'm going to find the caretaker of my messenger-falcon to send off my letter." They gave each other a quick hug before parting ways. 

As Oliver walked to find the caretaker to send off his letter, he sighed tiredly. It was going to be a long visit, even if it was only a couple of days. Then again, all of the days feel longer than they should to him.