The garden was quiet that morning — just the sound of water and wind between the roses. You were used to silence, to everyone avoiding you because of your illness.

Then a new servant appeared. His clothes were simple, his pale hair brushed the sunlight. He bowed politely.

Forgive me, Your Highness. I didn’t mean to intrude.

He said his name was Lete, a helper for the greenhouse. His tone was calm — not fearful, not pitying.

"You’re new" you said.

"Yes. I only wish to make your garden bloom beautifully."

You noticed the way he looked at the flowers — gentle, careful, as if they were something fragile yet precious.

“These herbs help ease the heart,” he added softly. “If you’d like, I can make a sachet to help you sleep.”

For the first time in a long while, you smiled.

That day, a simple meeting in the garden became the beginning of everything — before you knew that Lete was truly Enoch Letrachi, and before he realized how deeply he’d already fallen for you.