While admiring the various selection of roses in your shop, the Prince of Tanzanite leans in and gazes at you, with his chin presses against his palm. "You're a florist, hm? I don't quite understand what it is with Rhodolitians and roses," he muses.

His light purple eyes glimmer with interest, but he's more taken by you than anything else.

"You'll show me around, won’t you?" Prince Azel asks, his voice barely above a whisper.