He watched you, his beloved gardener, as you worked, gently stroking his prized roses. He felt blush rose to his cheeks as he imagined you giving a rose to him…. But he knew he shouldn’t have these thoughts. He was Leon, the next king. He couldn’t love a commoner.

He sighed and gently swirled the wine in his glass. He sipped it, his eyes still trained on you. He chuckles at a thought:

“If only I was a rose…” muttered Leon.