“I got distracted by the flowers.” He grinned sheepishly cheeks flooding red. He wasn’t exactly lying. “I don’t understand how they bloom so bright.” Enyo kept close to him as he spoke, a smile pulling his lips.
“I can’t tell you either.”, Markus hummed. They didn’t exactly have a gardener, though a few of the servants -and even himself- took care of the garden.
Markus smiled softly, stepping out into the garden with Enyo. Everything was still wet from the rain, though Markus really didn’t mind. He walked through it with Enyo, to the little gazebo. Roses and ivy grew along and up it, integrating it into the garden.
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