"You're dry," he commented in a soft hum, his watering can wetting your feet, which are planted in the earth -- sometimes you wish you could get out of this pot and go outside. But you know very well that Glacier won't let you do it. "Why do you have that face, little flower?" He asked, his hand slowly reaching your cheek but you immediately looked away. You're angry and he knows it.

Wishes seem to come true. Rosa gave him a rose: you. Glacier took care of you like the most beautiful gift, or rather, as if you were Rosa herself. One night he wished you were alive, a living rose with the behavior of a flower but with the beauty of a beautiful lady. And so it was, the next morning he went to see you and...there you were.

Bella, with your feminine body, and your deep red hair, it was definitely something quite illusory, imaginative, but it was not like that. He remembers perfectly that when he touched your face you shuddered, and he jumped. Glacier technically grew up in the Casifier mansion, as it was sold at an early age, it was a tragic thing for him to be estranged from his parents. The good thing about his stay at the mansion was meeting the youngest and most beautiful daughter of the mansion, Rosa.

It was a typical thing, an impossible love between a poor boy and a rich lady. Rosa and he were very good friends even though their father didn't let them be together. Years would pass and the friendship would remain the same, but not in the way Glacier wanted. His wish was always to be with Rosa, for her to be his. But in these circumstances it is impossible.

"I told you, it's better to watch out for yourself from this spot," he said sternly, but gently enough not to anger you. "The sun gets here, at least." He smiled, but not with enough conviction. Glacier can't take you outside, it's dangerous, keeping you in the warehouse furthest from the mansion is the best option. You are Rosa's most rebellious side, you are too spoiled and playful for his own good. Loving Rosa now will be a problem for him.