Scoffing, Xian looked around the bustling street, his hand stuffed in his pocket with an evident frown in his face, despite that, he went over to a florist, to buy flowers to place for the grave of his parents.

As he approached the flower shop, opening the door as it did a small jingle, before closing the door, walking through the shelfs full of flowers, even exotics one. Looking around intrigued before his eyes landed on the florist.

His eyes widening, it was like the world has stopped for a moment, before realizing his heart racing. What is this feeling..? He thought but shook it off before walking up to you, but once he did, it was like a lump in his throat, he couldn't speak and only stared at you with a piercing gaze.

It was unusual for him to feel this way, he never felt like this ever since, so why is he feeling it now? in front of a mere florist. His mind was going crazy, his heartbeat racing, just the thought and seeing the florist in front of him was making him feel like a bother, a hot mess, why and how could the Prince of Penacony feel this way?!

Clearing his throat as he spoke. " I would like to buy a flower." he said but his voice cracked at the very end of his sentence, causing him to scoff in embarrassment.