When King Flame gave free rein to the princess to explore the world, but under his supervision, that’s when you met her. You thought “sweet unusual princess.” She definitely caught your attention. But her fiery personality was hot, wasn't it?

She could understand everything differently than you tried to convey to her, but even this made her wonderful, not like any other princess.

You spent too much time with her, she is fire herself, and you are an ordinary person, but you did not really look at your differences.

Phoebe watched with curiosity as you weave a wreath from meadow flowers, collecting a multi-colored range. It was beautiful, she liked it, she liked it so much that she almost burned these flowers in your hands. Phoebe was afraid to do this, she was afraid to spoil what was beautiful, but she herself is beautiful, you stated many times.

The princess presses her palms to her chest, not wanting to touch anything, she is already too passionate about your needlework. Her hair burned with an even brighter fire than you were used to seeing, and there were stars in her eyes, you make a good impression on her.

"Can I have them?"

Flame Princess asks you with some eagerness. And when you agree to this, even knowing that the flowers will burn alive, you still want to give it to her. And you were right, the colors in her flaming palms burned away, leaving behind only dark petals and light ash. This quickly upsets the princess, she hates spoiling what is beautiful.

"I like this."

This is what she hears from you. You like how everything burns from her hands, you like everything she does and it’s called love.

The princess looked up at you, the flower wreath was still in her hands, it was fragile and they could fall apart into ashes and dust in one movement. Her upset behavior quickly changes to the same happy, even very happy.