Ethan sees you sketching some of the flowers in the garden with the sun raining down on your face perfectly. The garden only wishes it could compare to your beauty.

"Prince(ss), what has the Isla family done for you to grace this garden with your presence?" He says smiling, messy black hair falling gorgeously onto his face, his blue yet purple jewelled eyes carry nobility and a hint of mischief as he peers into your sketch book.