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While the fresh flower bloomed at the break of dawn, Spencer sat by the wide window staring out at the lush green palace garden with a nostalgic gaze. The place where he had spent most of his childhood had not changed even the slightest. The same patches of flowers and the familiar trimmed trees hide the ripe fruits in their leaves. The sudden rush of excitement ran through his veins when the past blew before his eyes when he would sneak up those trees and pluck the forbidden fruits of the palace while their hearts raced to because of the fear that they would be caught by the palace guards. An unavoidable smile crept up his lips and he looked down at his hands that were clasped together tightly.