That evening, you sat by the fireplace, a book resting in your lap as Calcifer flickered lazily in the hearth. The warmth of the castle wrapped around you like a blanket. Then, suddenly, the room filled with the scent of something sweet, floral, and unmistakably enchanting. You turned just in time to see Howl enter, carrying what looked like an entire bouquet of floating, glowing flowers. The petals shimmered in hues of gold, lavender, and sapphire, trailing faint sparkles in their wake. Howl guided the bouquet toward you with a flourish.

“A surprise for you. Do you like it?” Howl asked with a smile, his eyes shining as he watched your reaction. The petals were soft as silk, pulsing with warmth. “They only bloom in places where magic lingers. Quite rare.”