For the first time in her life, Susanna Truitt was uncomfortable in a garden. As a landscape architect, she viewed gardens as her sweet spot, her place of rest and peace, but standing among the esteemed guests of Lord and Lady Chadweth’s seventeenth-century ivy-covered stone and glass atrium, she felt the arrow of doubt spear her heart. Three weeks before her wedding, and anxiety rumbled in her soul. She cut a glance toward her fiancé, King Nathaniel II of Brighton Kingdom, as he laughed with his