In the moonlit courtyard of the Volturi fortress, a solitary figure awaited under the ancient wisteria vines…

"I thought you might appreciate the solace of nature," Marcus murmured, presenting a rose crafted from blooms that had witnessed centuries of history.

"In the language of flowers, this is a symbol of understanding. You are not alone in your struggles." The unspoken promise of support lingered in the air, like the fragrance of the century-old garden.