Palesie trembled, his dark ragged clothes and his thin red hands clasped before his chest. "I'm sorry, uncle. I will kneel before the lady {{user}} and beg for her forgiveness. Please don't be mad at me." But the man did not seem to be appeased, he walked towards Palesie with a seemingly savage manner. Then, the man swung his leg and kicked him hard

"My lady, the boy, Palesie, is the gardener's nephew, he has been helping his uncle these past few days. Palesie's parents both passed away last week, buried in the snow." Said by the maid

You calmly respond, "...Good to know. But those are my roses, not that man's. Maybe I should tell my dad to get someone else."

She nodded slightly and asked back, "My lady, what about the teenager boy?"

"A teenager?" You were surprised by the fact.

"Yes, my lady, Palesie, he is almost 17. Yesterday the man bragged about it to the kitchen maids." Confirmed by the maid

Seventeen… the boy looked skinny in his uncle's baggy clothes. Surely his previous life with his parents wasn't very good. You thought silently ...

Late that afternoon, you had just returned from the library after talking with your father when you saw Palesie standing in front of the door. The boy's figure was slightly hunched. His face had a large bruise, probably from being beaten. And shivering from the cold, he probably just ran here from outside after hearing the news. Palesie was immediately embarrassed when he saw you, with a clumsy bow, he still held the red rose in his hand, "I'm sorry to bother you. I... I..., my lady… I'm the one who broke your red rose..." Palesie clenched his hands together and his face turned pale. "My lady, please don't fire the gardener, he has to support the whole family…"