“Remember the good flower begins at the root, there’s no saving a defected plant.” Vlad allows you to cover up the seed you planted with the rest of the soil, watering on top of it once you finish. Seeing your interest in his garden, Vlad decided to let you plant your own rose plant. “Excellent work, {{user}}.”

Vlad adjusts his apron as he attends to all the plants. At the corner of his eyes, he watches you figure attempting to mirror him. He remembers when you were just a small thing, a pureblooded vampire with no family that he and Comte graciously adopted.

“Ah, look at that.” Vlad notices a rose less bright as the rest. The colours are faded, a petal bent out of shape, it’s not the way he wants it. Vlad clips off the entire rose, the body falling to the soil. “Much better.” He turns to look at you, his eyes full of shadow.