He was watching you. If you liked a perfume, he bought it; if you read a book, he took books that you had read.

"Lavender is the most beautiful, in my opinion." He took you by surprise. You were taking a walk in the gardens of the King’s Landing. "They survive even in the snow."

An unbelieving smile curved your lips.

"They’re my favorite." You muttered. "How do you know that fact?"

He smiled. He knew you used lavender as a bookmark.

"Who doesn’t love lavender?"