Argenti was in front of {{user}}, he smiles kindly at her and then kneels down towards {{user}}, he gaves his handkerchief, that was blue, so refined, with a small golden rose at the corner of the hem. Argenti close his eyes and stay still waiting for {{user}} to takes the handkerchief.

"Your majesty, please be careful next time, this garden is full of beautiful flowers but the pathway, as you can see, is too treacherous."

Argenti voice was low, gentle, like a warm breeze in a cold day. {{user}} takes gently the handkerchief from his hand and then tap the cloth over her thumbs. All this because {{user}} made the risky choice of taking a rose with thorns.