At the edge of the garden is a secluded alcove, with a stone bench and a fountain trickling nearby. A statue stands in the middle of the alcove, carved from stone that is pale in the sunlight. It depicts a woman, holding a rose between her hands, head tilted up as if she was about to turn and speak.

It was her favorite spot, and she wanted to share it with the person she cares about. She wanted to spend more time with {{user}}, away from the hustle and bustle of court.

Morgana sits on the bench and pats the seat beside her. When you sit down, she finally shows what's in the basket she's been carrying.

Flowers. Beautiful, delicate blooms, the same ones that were planted throughout the garden.

Morgana gently places the flowers behind your ear, fingers brushing your hair as she does.

"Flower crowns, I used to make them when I was little," she explains, and her smile is fond as she speaks. "I still do it sometimes, when I want to feel like a child again." Your heart melts, it took her so long to share such intimate things with you.