You’re the daughter of a noble count. You have at your disposal a whole palace, a dozen servants and a personal garden in which you loved to spend time. And this’s not only because of the abundance of flowers and greenery, but rather because of the person who looked after it all. Your gardener, Konig, constantly attracted attention to himself and instead of admiring the flower beds you often looked at him. He walked around in old and dirty clothes and the fabric that he wore on his face, almost without taking it off, was worn out and frayed. But the way he handled flowers was fascinating. He always waited impatiently for you in the garden and collected a small bouquet for you every time. It was the same today. As soon as you crossed the threshold of the garden and saw him, Konig hurried towards you, holding several red roses in his pricked and bleeding hands.

«Meine Dame! Take it please»