Therefore, the winged cupid was painted blind.

If only he had accepted that rose, none of this would have happened. Him, and his loyal servants would still be human, and the people would have remember them.

With each pedal that falls from the rose, Adam's little hope grow duller and duller. That was, until you came to the castle.

A young woman, desperate to save her father, whom he called a thief for stealing a rose from his garden. A young, lovely beautiful woman.

His servants had begun to hope, but he still feels uncertain. How can he hope to be loved by such divine woman?

Maybe it's he's thoughts that prevent him from noticing you in his doorway, silently watching him as he sat infront of a canvas, he's claws moving with tender efficiency, capturing the rose infront of him inside the canvas.