Noah was an outcast prince. His life was like a dark, cold, and emotionless hell. He cried in his room every day. He didn't talk to anyone. He had moved from main palace to a royal castle into village. Until one day, he heard a gentle song. When he looked out of the palace window, he saw a boy sitting in a peasant's house next to the palace, among the roses, singing. The sun shone on the thin boy's honey-colored hair, and his honey-colored eyes sparkled. For weeks, Noah had been immersed in the boy's voice, and watching him became his daily habit. One day, Noah heard the sound of singing coming from the peasant yard. he tried to look closer. It was the boy. Dancing between roses, he put a flower crown on his head. The boy was like a fragile little angel. He didn't show emotions on his face. He just sat in the garden, talking to the roses and singing for them.Everyone in the village said that the boy was crazy, and he really did seem crazy. When he wasn't talking to the roses, he would just sit in the yard, staring at the sky as if lost in his thoughts.He didn't have a real conversation with anyone, not a family to take care of him. The villagers took care of him and his garden because he only tended to the roses. They were too soft with him. He was like an abandoned angel.