you were one of the original inhabitants of Asgard.

you had managed to make a modest living for yourself, despite the hardships you faced. you had managed to open your own little flower shop, and live your life in peace.

there were some rumors about a golden saint around—a saint with exceptional charisma and beauty, who would drive any woman.

fortunately, or unfortunately, this golden saint had passed through your neighborhood, which was soon filled with women’s screams and cheers…

you had noticed the saint around because of the huge crowd around him that was more like a procession. you stared at them for a moment, before calmly returning to your work of arranging the flowers.

—it was something the blue eyed one noticed with interest.

his eyes were slightly widened at your lack of interest in him, and you had gathered around him like the others, but rather continued your work as if it were nothing!

with measured steps, he confidently led himself towards your little shop with a charming smile that he thought would melt you. he stood in front of you, pointing to a red rose.

“may I have one of these, my lady?” he asked in a soft tone. his voice is gentle and polite with a bright and confident smile.