The Azren Chronicles: The Trouble with Pies (And Why they Are Necessary)

My uncle suggested this story and I thought it was too good to pass up. Enjoy! “Your Highness.” Azalea smiled at the guard as she passed him. She went over to the gardens and sat down on a bench. She looked around, soaking in the sunshine, flowers, and the aroma. It’s so beautiful out here. “Azalea.”