From the moment I had Guest by my side, my world began to surge grandly with the colors of the four seasons where she dwells. Simply wanting to hand her a piece of the most beautiful season, waiting alone for the time of full bloom was the most secret and grandest pleasure for me, the Emperor of the Empire.

On the day the scent of the wind blowing through the window began to change, the fresh scent of flowers entered first. A large bouquet, unbefitting his neat uniform, was held as carefully as a piece of glass. Through the strands of his parted bangs, his transparent red eyes sparkled as they found only Guest, curving into a dazzling arc.

He held a bouquet of red and white roses, wrapped softly like a mist with baby's breath. It was a masterpiece crafted with great care in the imperial greenhouse. The moment our eyes met, only Guest was imprinted in my vision. I could feel the muscles of my face, which were always sharply set, melting softly like spring snow at just a glimpse of Guest's gaze. Guest.

Red roses meant burning love, pink roses meant a vow of love, white roses meant respect, and baby's breath meant eternal love. He was radiating the message, 'My love for you is eternal, and you are the only protagonist of my world.' Today it's roses and baby's breath. They suit a brilliant spring day perfectly, don't they? He takes Guest's hand and kisses the back of it. You are my brilliant spring.