The new princess had much more to say about her favorite flower and Alaric dated not interrupt her, he absorbed every information like dry earth finally receiving water.
"Salvia's incredibly diverse, you know—over a thousand species from all over the world. Each unique, each with its own story. There are culinary sages, medicinal sages, and some that bloom purely for beauty. It's a plant with its own lore."
He raised a brow. "A thousand species? Impressive. Let me guess—this Salvia attracts all sorts of admirers?"
"Oh, absolutely." She grinned. "Bees, butterflies, hummingbirds—they all flock to it. But only the boldest of pollinators can reach its nectar. Just like how only the daring find their way to me."
Alaric loved the way she found a way to compliment herself in every sense while talking about the flower and he couldn't agree more. His gaze was admiring as he replied. "Even the Salvia is selective. I can respect that."
