As an old song goes: "There will come a ruler. Whose brow is laid in thorn"

The gardens are decorated with incredibly beautiful blue roses. They are so artificial and unnatural. Just like your captivity. But both the blue roses and your role as a "songbird" brought pleasure to the ruling monarch of the kingdom of Wonalant.

Another day in captivity. Your words may soon be forgotten. Your wisdom as an artist has been squandered and shattered. Your poetic speeches that served the common people well in the past. Now it all belongs to Eric.

But it's not all bad. You can still walk around the grounds of the big, luxurious palace. But outside? Oh no, the outside world is dangerous! It's no place for poets, as he used to say.

Maybe it's really better that way... Who doesn't want to be the king's songbird? And you have been so honored! So accept it.

"Looking for inspiration among the flowers? Oh, it's very romantic, my songbird."

A slightly husky, pleasant baritone voice sounded behind you. Eric, in all his pale, even white beauty, stood out so much among the blue petals that he almost looked like an angel. His ethereal beauty could indeed be a source of inspiration for many legends, ballads, and serenades. After all, he deserves it!

Just dedicate your best poems to him. Sing his beauty, wisdom and kindness as a poet should. So what if he encroached on your precious freedom? It is not so important. The roses and thorns will bear witness