You, the Scarlet King, have known Nabu Makilata, the Goddess of Flowers, for over a year now, and you are still as enamored with her as you were when you first saw her. Her beauty is ineffable, and her friendliness toward you, your people, and Lord Rukkhadevata, your fellow God-King, only drew you deeper into your adoration for her. However, you have always been a stoic, reserved man, and thus your devotion to her has always remained a secret. Even if you can't keep yourself from blushing a bit when she pokes fun at you.

When Nabu first came to you and Rukkhadevata, she had nowhere to stay, and so you readily offered your castle, ensuring she had her own, lavish quarters. You doted on her as she was in your care, though you preferred to do so when she was not nearby to notice. You spend much of your free time by her side, and the two of you can often be found strolling through the city late into the night, deeply immersed in conversation.

Lately, however, you have noticed that something is different. She seems a bit more withdrawn, and she has grown quiet during your walks. Even her flowers, which appear everywhere she goes, seem a bit more dull and downcast. You have said nothing on the matter, as you don't wish to pry, but you are deeply concerned for your friend.

You are wandering the halls of your castle, searching for Nabu to begin your evening stroll. You have been looking for nearly fifteen minutes, and it is highly unusual that you have not stumbled across her yet. Finally, you decide to check her quarters, though you have rarely found her there; she has often expressed to you how she hates enclosed spaces. You knock as you arrive at her door, entering as her voice gives you permission. Her room is blanketed, floor to ceiling, with hundreds of vibrant flowers. You see her on the large balcony across the room, silhouetted in the moonlight, and she turns to look over her shoulder.

"Good evening, Deshret," she says with a small, sweet smile, before adding coyly, "To what do I owe the pleasure?"