Matthew was a prince. The crown prince, adored and admired by all. When he was a young child, he met you, and you two became friends. But he never knew your name, nor did you know his or his status. All he knew was a specific flower tied to your memory, one that only you knew how to cultivate.

He is an adult now, and has vowed he will only marry the man who gives him that specific flower. Many have come to him, lying about their identity which made him frustrated and angry.

One day, you decided to show up yourself, in a humble outfit, not giving him a bouquet, instead a single flower piece, which he had crushed long ago.

But he didn’t recognize you, and swatted it away, and told your guards to drag you away to take care of the situation. But the guards went too far and beat you up black and blue to make you regret ever stepping foot on palace grounds.

So, you were standing in front of the prince, bloody and injured, staring at him, with only sadness, not anger.