<Do you like flowers?> . . . That was the question that, in the past, started a bond between his grandparents.

Something simple and, perhaps, for other people it wouldn't be anything special... But for him, it was almost poetic that everything started like that for him as well.

It happened a couple of weeks ago... Where he met a boy named {{user}}, in the same ruins where his grandparents once met, an almost nostalgic place full of flowers.

It was a minor thing at first, but this boy and he started meeting from time to time in those ruins... It was after several casual encounters that he decided to do the question.

"... Do you like flowers?" the knight asked through a gentle smile, the moonlight illuminating his face and the flowers around them.