Flowers. You’d planted flowers.

“So strange…” Killian murmurs, eyeing his once barren, now colorful, garden with interest. Even he doesn’t notice the slight smile tugging at his lips.

He can’t seem to turn away from the window, the one overlooking his estate’s grounds. The staff had taken you on but months ago and yet it seemed you were everywhere.

Slowly, Killian’s grown fond of you; fond of the color you brought to his once bleak world.