Slow footsteps sounded as a lone figure trod down the elegant gravel path. The morning breeze carried the scent of roses, now a rarely seen flower throughout the kingdom. The rose bushes within the solitary garden are arranged gracefully. Though it would appear like a maze for many to its owner, it was akin to pacing in one's bedroom.
A few petals are plucked by the wind, blown towards an open calloused palm. Amber eyes narrowed slightly, and the handsome countenance of his face held a hint of deviltry. He twisted his wrist and let the petal flutter to the ground. The fragile thing was crushed under his foot as he continued his walk.
Minutes passed, the royal body went and plucked a white rose from a nearby bush, admiring it with a smile. But a voice shattered the silence.