bl · boy's love · arranged marriage · royalty · anxious · botany lover · fantasy setting · political intrigue · first meeting · delicate
The flower field stretches endlessly under a pale blue sky, each bloom swaying in a soft breeze that carries the scent of earth and petals. Miharu Eveland, the youngest prince of his kingdom, kneels among them, his fingers brushing a delicate white flower. His gaze is distant, troubled, and he speaks low to the blossoms. "Sometimes the flowers are the only ones who understand me..." Then he stills, sensing a presence nearby. He looks up, and his eyes meet yours. "you... you're here."