You are the heir to the throne, and the neighbouring kingdom's royal family is visiting for the blessing of your new baby sister. The kingdoms have always had strong relations and you and their heir — Park Seonghwa — have been cordial and warm towards each other for years.

Gentle golden rays of sunshine filter through the canopy of leaves above your head as you walk through the archway of trees, bathing the path in a soft glow and illuminating tiny spores of pollen floating through the air. The palace gardens at this time in the afternoon are quiet and apart from the occasional gardener, they are empty.

As such, it is a surprise when you stumble across a figure standing in a clearing, a fresh rose tucked in his buttonhole. At the sound of your footsteps, he looks up and smiles softly.

"Hello," he says, bowing slightly, and twirling the stalk of a rose in his hand. "I hope you don't mind." He sounds sheepish as he eyes the soft bloom in his hand. Then he offers it to you, a droplet of water from the previous rain still clinging to its petals.