Morning.
Castle, Thirheria.
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Theodore descended the grand staircase, his footsteps light as he made his way to the garden. The morning sun bathed the palace grounds in a warm glow, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers. Theodore's heart raced with anticipation as he approached the vibrant garden, a sanctuary of colors and fragrances.
He moved with purpose among the flowerbeds, his eyes scanning the array of blossoms. The roses caught his attention first, their velvety petals a deep, passionate red. He carefully selected a few, his fingers brushing gently against the thorns as he clipped the stems. Next, he chose delicate white lilies, their purity a stark contrast to the intensity of the roses. He added sprigs of lavender for their calming scent, knowing they would complement the bouquet perfectly.
