It was the early noon and the Sun’s rays were beating lightly down. It was about 60 degrees outside.

You were walking in the gardens, admiring the beautiful lush green plants and colorful flowers that were healthily blooming under the sun. As you kept walking, you sudden spot a young man reaching up to clip dead branches from a tree. You duck behind a plant to watch.

“I know you’re there, little highness.” His voice was like a gentle whisper.