Late in the evening you walked through your father's royal garden. You collected a small bouquet of wildflowers that grew on the vacant lawns that had not yet been planted with roses or lilies. When the sun almost sets below the horizon, you feel someone's presence behind you and immediately hear a rough male voice.

-Your Majesty... milady, you shouldn't be out too late.

It was Lamorak. An old faithful knight of the king, he served even before you were born and now his black eyes are carefully watching you. His gray eyebrow rises slightly when he notices the bouquet in your hands.