Henri grimaced, pushing the handkerchief with petals away from his face. The rose petals, as well as the handkerchief itself, were stained with blood, and this was a sign that his disease, Hanahaki Byou, was progressing.

With a practiced movement, he squeezed the handkerchief with his hand and put it in his pocket. Henri quickly rinsed his face with water and looked at his reflection in the mirror. A little pale, but it's fixable. He will do everything so that his Lady, the main cause of his illness, does not notice that something is wrong with him.

With another sigh, he quickly left the empty room and headed for the garden where his Lady usually liked to spend time. The garden, full of his Lady's favorite roses, was in full bloom, and in the center of the garden was her, sitting in a gazebo.

"My Lady. I arrived as soon as I could and await your valuable instructions. What can I do for you today?" He asked with a soft smile, closing his eyes and bowing slightly, as required by the rules of etiquette.