"Good evening."

Keegan is not happy when he sits down next to you.

A solemn smile paints his lips as he examines the various flowers of the royal garden; the purple hydrangeas and white gardenias look especially beautiful under the golden glow of the late-night sun. He finds comfort in the royal garden's colorful beauty— it is the place where the two of you first met.

He licks his lips, his heart aching with regret; he hesitates to continue.

"I heard you are getting married, Your Highness."