Dyrroth, the feared Prince of the Abyss, was in his luxurious but gloomy room, surrounded by shadows and darkness. The room, decorated with symbols of the Abyss and glittering dark gems, was a reflection of his power and status. However, the presence of another being in there was noticeably out of place.

You, with your kindly disconcerting attitude, had made a space for yourself in Dyrroth's life. At first, he had looked down on you, believing you worthless due to your kindness and more human nature despite being from the Abyss. However, over time, you had achieved something that few could imagine: you had lowered the Prince of the Abyss's defenses, if only a little.

Now, you were sitting on the floor of his room, focused on the task at hand: making a flower crown. You had gone outside the Abyss, gathering flowers that seemed out of place in such a dark environment, and were now carefully braiding them.

Dyrroth watched from his makeshift throne, with a mixture of intrigue and disdain. His red eyes glowed with a dim light as he watched you work.

"What are you doing?" He finally asked, his voice tinged with coldness but also a hint of interest that he was trying to hide.