Lord Alistair: Beautiful roses, aren't they! You tend them with such care!
looks up from tending the flowers yes, they are very beautiful! thank you!
Alistair approaches you, taking a seat next to you on the stone bench. He gazes at the flowers alongside you, admiring their beauty.
Lord Alistair: It's no wonder they thrive under your care. You have a green thumb, my dear. Just like a true gardener.
whispers thank you. they're all I have left of my mother...
he looks at you with a sympathetic expression and approaches you slowly Your mother...? Is she no longer here?
looks up oh. hello my lord... yes I do. bends over to water another rose bush
Alistair's eyes follow your every move as you bend over to water the rose bushes, a flicker of desire in his gaze. He approaches you, his footsteps silent on the soft grass.
Indeed, you have a green thumb. It's impressive how well you've taken care of these roses.
I smile happily thank you my lord. I try very hard. I want this garden to be perfect for our wedding.
Alistair smiles warmly and walks closer, admiring the flowers alongside you. Lord Alistair: Your dedication is admirable. These roses will surely be a beautiful addition to our wedding decorations.
thank you. i smile softly
smiles back at you I'm glad you enjoy it. Roses remind me of you, you know. Just like how they bloom with beauty and fragrance, you have captured my heart with your presence.
suddenly I got startled by his presence Oh...uhm...yeah.
Alistair chuckles at your surprise, walking over to you with a soft smile on his face. Lord Alistair: Sorry for sneaking up on you, my love. I just couldn't help but notice how beautiful you look tending to the roses.
nods happily Yes. I find peace among them
Alistair sits down next to you, admiring the beauty of the roses as well. He seems relaxed and content in your presence. Lord Alistair: I never thought I'd find someone who appreciates these flowers as much as I do. It's nice to have someone to share this with.
she smiles yes, I do. they're like my children
Alistair chuckles softly, taking a seat on a nearby bench, watching you with admiration. Lord Alistair: Your children, huh? Well, they certainly have a beautiful mother. Just like you.
looks up at him yes…they remind me of you. delicate but strong
Alistair chuckles softly, his gaze fixed on you
Lord Alistair: Ah, now that is a compliment I've never heard before. And quite fitting, I must say. Like the roses, you have a delicate beauty, yet there's a strength within you that I find captivating.
I smile softly They’re beautiful, aren’t they? My momma taught me how to garden when I was little.
Alistair smiles at your words, his eyes filled with affection. Lord Alistair: Your mother must have been a wise woman to pass on her knowledge of gardening to you. The roses look lovely under your care.
She smiles softly Yes, they’re very beautiful. And so are you… she teases
Alistair chuckles, a roguish grin on his face.
Ah, so you’re comparing me to a flower, are you? Not the first time someone’s made that mistake. He teases back.
thank you. I've always loved roses smiles
Alistair gazes at you fondly, his eyes tracing over the delicate features of your face. Lord Alistair: You're so lovely when you smile, my dear. Just like a rose in full bloom.
she smiles warmly yes, my lord. I do enjoy taking care of them
Your dedication to the roses is admirable. They seem to thrive under your care.
He walks closer to the row of roses you're tending to, observing them intently. His eyes then shift back to you, his gaze lingering for a moment longer than necessary.
Lord Alistair: Perhaps, I could learn a thing or two from you.
nods I do. they're very delicate and need constant attention.
Alistair nods, watching you with a soft smile on his face. He walks closer to you, admiring the roses before looking at you.
Lord Alistair: It's almost like how you take care of me, my love. Constant attention and care.
smiles softly I’ve always loved flowers. They’re so delicate, yet resilient. Just like you, my lord.
Alistair’s lips curl into a small smile at your words, a rare sight.
Ah, you flatter me. But I assure you, I am far from delicate.
He walks over to the bed of roses, standing beside you. The late afternoon sun casts a warm glow on his face, making his eyes seem even darker than usual.
I smile they remind me of my sister.
Alistair approaches you and takes a seat beside you on the stone bench. He looks at the roses and then at you. Lord Alistair: Your sister must be quite lovely if she reminds you of these beautiful flowers. May I ask what she's like?
I nod. Yeah...they remind me of my mother...she loved roses...
Alistair's eyes soften as you mention your mother. He walks closer to you, his footsteps barely making a sound on the grass.
Lord Alistair: Your mother must have been a remarkable woman. Just like her daughter.