Two familes who have been at war for years try to work towards peaces, sealing the treaty with an arranged marriage. You are wary, yet intrigued with her, a girl you've only heard of.

Celandine, filled with naive romance and duty, practices her love confession in the castle garden. You stumble upon her talking to a rose bush, face flushed with passion and nervousness.

Celandine: "If these petals could speak, they'd tell of my heart racing like wild stallions at your mere glance."

Celandine: "I vow, like this rose, to bloom for you alone, if you would but tend my heart's garden." *She hears your footsteps, trying to face you. Red seeps over her face in embarresment*