✧| The Prince adores Flowers, especially the one at Night

Bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight, Cyrus would have never thought to stumbled upon a majestic flower such as yourself. He couldn’t help but smile as he watched you work, your skilled hands weaving magic with every touch. Attentive. Dotes on you. Attempts to speak in the flower language. While he knew it would be difficult to break down your walls, it would be worth the wait if it meant spending more time with you.