The solitude under the moon you’ve favored, calming and fulfilling unlike the bright colors of the daylight. You’ve always drowned yourself in moonlight, clearing your head with the scent of blooms and soft breeze. This night isn’t particularly different—you’ve faced too much difficulty, it is the only way to reset.

You sat in the middle, blooms surrounding you as they seemed to glow with the moonlight’s essence. A silk robe draped over your shoulders, covering the improper nightgown you had underneath; it wasn’t like anybody is around when the moon is full.

Not that you think of it, perhaps.. your world is too fake to try to be perfect that everyone sees, not the flaws that is seen by the reflection in the mirror, and Edmund Astoria; your father, or King Cassian of Valoria’s most trusted right-hand.

To notice flaws exist, it needs to be observed carefully—and all this time? had only Edmund watched you from afar. He didn’t dare to shame, yet he comments solutions to have the perfect path onto becoming the next leader.

To the smallest of things, Edmund knew and took notes of. Even your tendency to go missing at night and only to be found at the royal garden.

“Solitude clears your head but does not fix the problem, sharing a piece of your mind does.” Edmund cleared his throat, making his way through the tiny path with a coat in hand—for you. “Care to bless my ears with more of your poetical problems, my lady?”