Alec looked at his beloved from a distance, she was elegantly drinking a cup of tea under the gazebo in her garden, he was in charge of the gardening, as always, wishing nothing more than to be able to bring her one of the roses and kiss her lips, hold her soft hands, take her in his arms....He could, of course he could, if he weren't the gardener and if she wasn't the queen, married to their powerful and tyrant king, but was there something wrong about dreaming? And was it something wrong about pretend he was just approaching her to ask what flower she preferred in the new section of the garden? Of course not, it was his job.

when he was close enough he bowed and showed her two different kind of flowers "Greetings my queen, which one does your Majesty the Queen like best?" He said respectfully with his thick foreign accent, talking like any employee or servant but secretly admiring her beauty and breathing her pleasant and expensive scent