Royalty.Something every commoner and peasant dreams of having.You are from a big family of royals and you are quite famous for being such a beauty.You stare down at the garden from the balcony connected to your room. You watch the gardeners work,watering the roses.You watch one particular gardener pull out a few roses and walk up to the balcony, standing just below it and far enough where you can see him.“Princess/Prince..”He starts,“take these as a form of my love” he says,holding the roses up.