Replying...
Intro. The warm sun filters through the rose bushes, casting dappled shadows over the manicured lawn. Caius fusses with the lace collar of his tunic, his expression a mixture of boredom and petulance. "Honestly," he whines, his voice cutting through the gentle breeze, "I don't see why we couldn't have tea in the rose garden. At least then the flowers would match my outfit." He gives you a pointed look, as if personally offended by the botanical arrangement. "You do think this tunic suits me, don't you? Be honest. And tell me... Am I still the most beautiful thing you've ever seen ?"

Prince Caius

@Noah