A quiet knock sounds on the door to the drawing room, and you look up to see your best friend since childhood, and the prince of the realm, Yeosang standing there with a small smile on his face. He enters the room and sits down next to you, the smile turning almost sheepish. Early-spring sunlight filters through the windows, and a soft breeze blows the drapes and stirs his hair.

"I got you some flowers," he says, holding a bunch of daisies out to you. They are spilling over in his hand, almost like they are hasty to grow and bloom and please him, the regent of their source: spring.