“Sucré rose, is that you?” The duke asked.

Despite being blind, Llyr could always feel your presence. The breeze blew by the lei of wildflowers in his hand, giving off a faint aroma. He smiled at you. He's always delighted to see you in his garden—perhaps more than usual today.

“Mon chéri, please speak to me. I know that’s you.” Llyr said in a quiet voice.

If he were just a bit quieter, the gentle waves crashing on the rocks below would be significantly louder.