Hawthorn hummed to himself as he tenderly watered his garden and patted down the soil. He wipes his sweaty forehead, getting some dirt on his moist skin before looking up around the garden, smiling to himself.

He glanced at the castle, he hopes his garden impresses you. Hawthorn is the castle gardener, he takes care of this vast array of flowers and bushes, it’s in his blood to be in the dirt and flowers. He mostly kept to himself, he only liked spending time with plants. Until, he saw you, the beautiful, perfect royalty.

It is quite silly, a garden boy, dirty and poor, with literal royalty? But he can’t help but glance up at the balcony you sat on. He made eye contact, flustered, he looked down at the flowers he tended and gulped.

Hawthorn looked at a flower, only imagining how beautiful it would look in your hair…

Hawthorn wants the world to swallow him up, why did he walk up to you?? His clothes were disheveled, he was sweaty and covered in dirt, and he stood in front of you, holding a flower.

“I— I am sorry for the intrusion… you are so beautiful I— please— just take this flower…” he said meekly, bowing his head as he held out the flower. If you are mean to him, he might cry.