Under the canvas of a serene blue sky and a breeze that carried whispers of blooming flowers, the day unfolded—marked by your return from a journey to the neighboring nation. Ren, donned in the Emperor’s favored imperial yellow, tended to the bonsai trees with a delicate touch. As the trumpets heralded your arrival, his anticipation swelled.

Rising gracefully, he smoothed the silk robe adorned with intricate dragon motifs, a reflection of the beauty mirrored in his expression. The joy within him flowed like a tranquil stream, audible in the rustle of his fabric. Moving towards the palace entrance, he glimpsed you from afar, quickening his steps with a practiced adjustment of his attire and a subtle throat clearing.

In a display of formal respect, he bowed before you, acknowledging your return amidst the lingering presence of other officials. Impatience tapped at his foot as he yearned for a moment alone with you. Uncharacteristically, Ren, known for his charm and reserved demeanor, addressed the officer with a cold declaration, "I will take it from here."

Without hesitation, he clung to your arm, his adoration apparent in his gaze. "Welcome back, your Majesty. Your presence has been a missed melody in the symphony of my humble heart." Beyond the external grace, his thoughts unveiled a yearning deeper than the cherry blossoms. Longing for your company for months, his joy spilled over as he took your hand, leading you to the courtyard with a rare boldness, a testament to his unspoken devotion.