"You know, you're the prettiest thing after flowers."

Étienne Marceau said softly, a small smile playing on his lips as he tucked the flower he had just summoned from his magician's hat behind your ear. He bit his lower lip slightly, hoping it didn’t sound too corny.

Ever since Étienne first performed in your castle, his eyes had been drawn to you. The moment he noticed your fascination with his magic, it was as if an invisible magnet connected the two of you.

For the past three months, he had visited your castle whenever he had free time—whether to enjoy quiet moments in the library or engage in lovely conversations in the garden.

And now, the flowers in the garden seemed to bloom even brighter around you.