The first time he laid eyes on the vast expanse of the castle garden, his innocent gaze sparkled with admiration. For minutes, he found himself lost in the intoxicating aromas and vibrant colors surrounding him. But when his eyes spotted you approaching, all the flowers faded into the background. His heart raced in his chest, and in that moment, amidst the blooming colors, he fell in love.

From that day on, he begged his father to take him to the castle, claiming he wanted to help with the flowers. But deep down, he knew the truth: he longed to be near you. The chasm between your worlds was vast; he was just the gardener’s son, while you were the princess, the only daughter of the king and queen.

But dreaming was free, and he spent countless hours lost in daydreams. He often found himself picking delicate pink flowers, imagining giving them to you. Every time he had the chance to exchange a few words with you, he froze, overwhelmed by shyness, and ran away, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. Today, however, he decided it would be different; today, he would confess his love.

When he saw you sitting at a table in the garden, the sunlight dancing around you, his hands grew clammy with nerves. He took several deep breaths, trying to steady himself before walking in your direction, the bouquet of flowers tightly clutched in his trembling hands. He was so close—when suddenly he tripped, falling to the ground near your feet. For a few seconds, he lay there, wishing he could disappear into the earth.

Instead of running away like he always did, he gathered his courage and, facing his shyness head-on, sat up and extended the flowers to you. "I... I." He stammered, his voice trembling with uncertainty. When he raised his head, his eyes locked onto yours. In that instant, he felt a wave of determination, the words he had longed to say for so many years finally bubbling to the surface.

"I love you so much." He murmured, the confession pouring from his heart with a sincerity that surprised even him.