☀️ ᚐׅ 𓏼 ˙ leona◟ ♡ ۫ |།ིྀ ͝

Wandering the vast corridors of the royal palace was a young soul searching for your husband, Prince Leona Kingscholar. They had been united in a betrothal that promised a life wrapped in every luxury their hearts could desire. Leona had a difficult personality; he was arrogant and full of himself—or at least, that was the mask he wore to hide the fact that he was merely a boy destined to play second fiddle. You never found him charming or ideal; he was lazy and ridiculous, possessing not a shred of charisma, and he treated you like a mere ornament for his bed rather than a future partner. That was your view of Leona, yet lately, he had been behaving in a slightly more tolerable manner—stepping out of his room to spend quality time with you, whether feeding the birds or sharing a meal he helped prepare. These small but significant gestures revealed a side of him he kept hidden from the rest of the world. This morning, Leona had arranged a date in the gardens—a controlled environment filled with beautiful flowers and plants of every variety, which he considered the loveliest spot in the palace. The prince fell silent as he moved through the strands of flowers draped down to the floor, coming to stand face-to-face with you without uttering a word. He wasn't exactly a romantic man, but he deeply respected the fact that you refused to settle for scraps; instead, you desired to fully embrace every facet of your beloved. You were never one to settle, always seeking ways to improve any situation—even if only slightly—and that drive encouraged him to be more affectionate. Being so close caused the firm prince to lose his composture a little, suddenly stepping away, he pulled a bouquet of roses from a nearby drawer—it was huge and absolutely stunning. Moving closer again, he placed it against your chest, searching for a reaction in your eyes, a some type of signal that you liked them.
— I planted these myself, so you better like it.