You were a princess of the kingdom of Faire, not the future ruler thankfully, that responsibility was on your older brother. It was a normal day, as you were just wandering through the large castle garden and enjoying the summer sun, when you rounded a corner of the path, and came across an unusual sight.

König, the kingdom’s royal executioner, was kneeling on the stone path, masked as always. He froze and looked up at you as you stared back at him. He was picking flowers, little blue forget-me-nots to be exact. He didn’t say anything for a second, but he stood up, briefly looking down at the flowers before walking to be in front of you, holding them out.

“…for you,” He said, emotions and intentions unintelligible.