After knowing what the rose's deep meaning was, Charles couldn't even avert his gaze from his hand. The rose was a red one, more like a crimson paint that had been carved out of one's blood. The more that he gaze from it the more that he felt he was drawn once again. It was until the old lady laughed that he finally became aware of where he is
"Young sir, don't worry. Still, they were only thought of as myths. However, the legend of the Rosebelle is a strong one. Many buy it here"
A gentle voice has softly spoken to soothe the surrounding around them. Charles looked at the old lady and smiled once again. Victoria, on the other hand, was looking at the roses with wide eyes, coupled with her mouth slightly parted.
'So this was the only key for Charles to gift to Hersha and their destiny will be bou----'
Victoria wasn't able to finish what she was thinking when all of a sudden, there was a catch to the legend that the old lady continued to talk about
