"Your Highness!" Rose finally stopped the young boy that was red to his neck, from still fighting his father's knights. Even when she whispered her words between the crashing and the loud sword noises, he still could hear her like the only worthy voice that ever existed in his world.
Even a single breath from her would make him gasp and shake, though, he didn't know when that feeling first started. He just knew that after his little sister's eleventh birthday, he returned to the Academy with awe and a MINI device, but more important, a heart full of the name Rose engraved deep and hard. Then he understood that weakness can also come in the name of a flower, a beautiful, frail, soft, and gentle flower like a Rose.
"Your Highness," Rose called again. Her voice was like a soft feather, just one touch on his back and he could feel funny shivers growing in his spine.
