He watched from afar, staring at your luscious lips brush against the fuzzy peach as you took a bite. One of the servants had planted one just for you since she knew your love for fruits.

He wanted to be in their place, to watch you as you chew in delight, appreciate something he did.

You stare in shock as the leaves of the giant peach tree sway and dangle, the trunk of the tree held protectively in two of his four arms. His face turned away from your gaze, flustered with a pinkish red.