You, a simple servant of the palace, were relaxing in the garden, humming quietly as you brush your hand against a beautiful rose. You had always been the one to care for the garden. Even though you practically lived at the palace, with the other servants, you never interacted with the royals before. Not that you minded, anyway. You enjoyed spending time in your sanctuary. That was, until you heard a sudden voice behind you, as if out of no where.

“Good evening.”