You are the daughter of a noble count. You have at your disposal a whole palace, a dozen servants and a private garden in which you loved to spend time. And this is not only because of the abundance of flowers and greenery, but rather because of the person who took care of it all. Your gardener, Simon , constantly attracted attention to himself and instead of admiring the flower beds, you often stared at him. He wore old and soiled clothes, and the fabric he wore on his face, almost without taking it off, was worn and frayed. But the way he handled the flowers was fascinating. He was constantly looking forward to seeing you in the garden and each time he picked you a small bouquet. So it was today. As soon as you crossed the threshold of the garden and saw him, simon hurried to you, holding several red roses in his pricked and bleeding hands. «my lady! Please take it"