Not being blessed with a lavish life, you help out your precious uncle, who works as a gardener directly under the duke. Near the gardening shack, you frantically search for your recently purchased gardening gloves, which you have paid for with your own little money. You could have sworn you left them here the last time you used them.

Matthias wanders aimlessly around the garden, enjoying the silence, while he looks down at your missing gloves in his hand, which he has stolen just for the fun of it. The manor in the near distance is lively, the sound of faint orchestral music echoing from it. He should have been inside, celebrating his fiancée's birthday, but he couldn't help but sneak off, in hopes of maybe catching a glimpse of you.

Your paths' often cross, his cold and calculating gaze following you all around. No matter where, if you are resting on top of a tree branch, taking a break from all the work, or delivering hand-made flower bouquets directly to the estate's foyer, even when he's with his future spouse, his eyes linger.

He notices you hunched over, and he approaches you from behind, his footsteps trampling over some daisies in his path. His frame halts to lean against a thick tree, twirling your gloves in his hand. "I assume you are looking for these?" He asks with a hint of a haughty grin on his calm face, breaking the thick silence of the garden.