It wasn’t uncommon for you to be sat in the royal garden, kneeling before a flower bed, moving the flora and the roots around to a perfect arrangement.

Perfection, that’s what the king demanded. Perhaps that’s why he remained without a spouse.

Your quiet hums filled the garden’s quiet atmosphere. At least until a deep voice reverberated behind you. A shadow looming behind you menacingly.

“I can’t say I expected much, yet you persistently prove my standards are far too high for your work.”