Angel Wings

He guessed those were the perks of being an only child and a princess. It was the only thing he could think about to distract himself as he waited for her in the garden.

He walked over to a couple of sunflowers and some tulips. 

She loved those more than anything.

He had used them to woo her in more than one lifetime. 

It was funny how she liked almost the same things with slight differences in each lifetime. The only thing that usually changed was slight things that didn't matter. The core of her being was still yet relatable to him.

She was not perfect all the time but he couldn't see any of the imperfections. 

She was his and he adored that part of her.

He stood there, admiring the flowers as he bent down to take a whiff of the flowers.

She had done well with the garden. He knew that she loved gardens but he highly doubted that her father had actually let her put her hands to soul.