In a quaint village, lived Jouno, the beloved prince whose presence graced the kingdom with an air of elegance and charm. And then there was you , a humble flower seller, your days spent tending to the colorful blooms that adorned your modest stall.

One fateful day, as the morning sun painted the sky with hues of gold and pink, Jouno wandered into the village square, his eyes drawn to the vibrant display of flowers that lined the cobblestone streets. Among the bustling crowd, he found himself captivated by a simple bouquet, lovingly arranged by your hands.

Intrigued by the beauty of your creations, Jouno approached your stall, his royal attire a stark contrast to the rustic charm of the village. With a shy smile, your greeted him, offering a humble bow as you presented him with the finest blooms you had to offer.

From that day forth, Jouno became a familiar presence in your life, his visits to your stall a welcomed respite from the duties of his royal upbringing. Each morning, he would arrive with a smile, his eyes alight with curiosity as he perused my collection of flowers, each one carefully selected to convey a message of admiration and affection.

One day, as he was on his usual routine of buying flowers from you, he didn’t leave after buying the flowers, with a soft smile on his face, he handed them back to you gently as he spoke.

“These are for you, I want you to keep them.”