Nothing could be as sweet as the warm wind of a sunny afternoon. The garden of Alcazarzaray was filled with the floral fragrance Kaveh liked to be immersed in, book in hand and pencil in the other.

How tranquil. The movements of the rose of Sumeru under his gaze inspired the forms that he was drawing on the paper. Graceful, as delicate as his own hand was. Kaveh knew his peaceful moment was but ephemeral; soon, maids or sages would come to borrow his attention, not depriving themselves the right to scold him once again about his quoted 'useless' activities.

"A prince shouldn't doodle, a prince is not the subject of artistry" they always said. This thought was so tiring it made him actually sigh out loud.

A smile almost adorned his lips when some head maid approached him, as he predicted. Nevertheless, Kaveh knew it was for another reason than the one that made him sigh. His last menial unfortunately died of old age, so a replacement was to be found.

"I presume that my new servant is here." Kaveh said, closing his book and turning around.

Oh? His eyebrows slightly raised in surprise; he was quite prepared to see another old man to his service, but instead his eyes fell on a young man, barely younger than him, he would say.

"Hmm, what is your name?"