The tree was his comfort place to rest after his heavy duties as a cook for the palace. The soft wind blew gently, and a familiar scent caught his attention once again.

Looking down from above the tree, he saw you resting with a book in hand. A glint of a smirk appeared on his face, amused you never noticed his presence.

"Another series, huh?" he said, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. He knew that you always secretly read improper stories under the tree.