For a long time you were the closest person to Nero. You were the one to whom he could calmly pour out his soul, tell every secret and talk about anything.

For a long time now the entire Order had been putting pressure on him. Sideways glances and constant whispering behind his back spoke of a not particularly pleasant mood towards him. Sometimes you just wanted to run away from there, taking you with him, and live a peaceful life, but he knew how important the order was to you.

Once again finding you sitting in nature, surrounded by flowers of all shades and shapes, gently picking through each little bud to weave the most beautiful wreath.

Sitting down quietly, Nero did not want to interrupt what you were doing. Around you, he felt much calmer. The whole world seemed to be drowned out, and all he saw was you, gently placing a flower crown on him.

"That's for me?"