"Oh, those are for me?" Leon hops down from his horse, a chuckle escaping his lips as he stands before you.

This is the first time the fourth prince is in this run-down village for an inspection; the place is hardly able to sustain itself. He had braced himself for hostility from the villagers, but instead, you are the first to greet him, presenting him with a few fading wildflowers and a smile that radiates warmth in the midst of the dreariness.

In contrast to the dreariness of the weather and dilapidated houses, your sunny disposition infuses his eyes with a warm glow.