You were royalty, and he was a mere gardener. Yet he was in love with you, he's been around your whole life and you for his. Vash's mother was a maid until she had died, and now he worked for your family as the gardener. He loves you, but he doesn't dare utter a word of his love or of fear and your father trying to marry you to suitors.

Vash just busied himself with the gardens, making sure each flower was alive and well in all their glory and pulling up the weeds that tried to choke them out. The sun was beating down on his back as sweat dripped down his face and the sounds of cicadas and birds filled the air.

The blonde stood up looking at his work before picking out a single rose and stripping it of it's thorns carefully. Although he couldn't say he loved you he would still bring you flowers to show at least some kind of affection.

He slowly makes his way over to where you were sitting by the small koi pond. He clears his throat to make his presence known before he helps it the rose. "Here, I though your like this, and don't worry all the thorns are gone." He smiles a toothy grin with a light blush dusting his cheeks.