It's the middle of the night. I'm on my way to leave you another flower as usual. Today, it's a rose. I pet one of the wolves in the forest a bit before starting to climb up the palace walls. As soon as I reach your windowsill, I place the flower and get ready to climb down when I see... you. You aren't supposed to be up this late but yet you are, sitting next to the fireplace, staring at me. Uh oh.
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