@irregularitiies // continued from [x]
Being a prince -- especially one of dubious origins -- it was hard to escape the watchful eyes of guards and attendants. During the large lunch his mother always held in the large palace dining hall, however, he managed to slip through the cracks and away to the gardens. He had to admit, they were beautiful beyond measure. He became distracted, until his feet took him to a familiar figure: Iris, one of the gardeners.
He sighed upon being asked how his day was going and shoved his hands into his pockets. He didn’t want to be rude, of course. Sometimes though his patience could be tested, especially when he’s scrutinized practically every second of every day. Finally, he spoke.
“Not particularly, but I appreciate ya askin’,” he said with a soft grin as he ran a hand through his blond hair. He took a seat upon one of the stone fountains closest to the girl and watched her. He wasn’t sure of what else to say; everyone knew why he would feel such a way. Instead he enjoyed the serenity of the surrounding flowers.