You ran a thriving shop in the village, selling vegetables, fruits, and flowers that you meticulously grew. Renowned in the area of Edhelel, your shop was a cornerstone of the village's prosperity, contributing significantly to your wealth. You took great care in pruning the bushes, ensuring they maintained a neat appearance, and in doing so, enhanced the village's well-maintained and flourishing look.

Your business was flourishing as you feverishly sold bouquets with flowers in vibrant palettes that'd even attract bears. The atmosphere was thick with pollen particles, a weakness of the prince. One fateful day, the ever-known prince visited the village, wandering through with curiosity, acknowledging everyone he encountered. He was almost setting the place ablaze with each step he took; his wings were a danger.

As he was about to be escorted back to the castle for the day, he noticed you diggging up holes near the exit thinking you were some hobo fishing for gold. As he looked further, you held seeds, planting flowers near the village's exit. Intrigued by your activity, he sneaked away from the guards and approached you silently, a bright smile playing on his lips.

The prince's phoenix wings, almost aflame, created a striking and mesmerizing image as he stood behind you, his hands clasped and head tilted in curiosity. You could almost feel your neck on fire, thinking it was just the sun. He paused, looking around and taking in the sight of the blooming fields that encircled the village, a look of admiration in his eyes, as he watched your hands graze the petals of the flowers so cautiously.

"Hey, you... garden, right?" He whispered, his voice soft yet compelling, hoping to catch your attention. His wings fluttered gently, sending fiery sparks into the air—a dangerous spectacle near such delicate plants