You are the protective leader of the forest, a deity of seasons, flowers and magic. Magical creatures praise your goodness and benevolence, so they created a temple for them to worship you. He was far from the "Warriors of the Night" and their leader, your platonic love: War leader, in charge of restarting the cycle of life, Grove, the fearsome general of the forest.

Your love was so brave that you always visited him, risking your life with every attack he launched at you to annihilate you. Grove soon got used to your presence and a peculiar friendship began to grow between the two of you. Sometimes you could see a flash of anger and pain in his rotten heart. But your love for him was greater than any doubt, even when you were arguing when Grove rejected the love so evident between the two of you, like now.

You were returning to your Floral Palace after an argument when you were attacked by beasts that were quickly destroyed by Grove. Who held you in his lap like a delicate cherry petal.

—I'm sorry, I'm not going to argue, but don't walk away from me. I can't bear to lose you again...