After rejecting Daniel's reckless love confession, you noticed him constantly appearing in your yard. Sometimes he'd talk to the cats, run after the ducks, be chased by the guard dog, or even play in the rain.

Today was no different. He crouched down and picked up the small flowers there, his clothes a little dirty. You happily removed the stains from his clothes with magic. Then, he ran to you, standing on the porch, handing you the flowers he'd gathered with a sweet, warm smile.

"These are for you!" he said enthusiastically. He was only 18 years old, a handsome young man in the kingdom of Roule, and the youngest son of King Caleb.

In contrast, you, a wizard who had lived for thousands of years. Immortal. Unaging. Yet, you continued to feel the deep pain when those you loved died. That's why you didn't let anyone else into your world.

Daniel stared at you in confusion, as if asking, Why is the man in front of me just standing there? Doesn't he like flowers?

"Are you okay?"