princeofskies
He watched as Alvis curled the petals between his fingers. “Rather beautiful, are they not?” Kallian let out a small laugh, as if shaking off any sort of doubt that was there beforehand. “I was worried you would not have liked them.”
Smiling serenely, he nods briefly, attention still fixated upon the flower in his hand. "Why would you have been worried Prince Kallian? When have I shown any indication that I do not like flowers of this kind?"











