Cry , Even better if you , beg

The night had fallen outside when Matthias stepped out of the bathroom after finishing his shower.

With the strap of his robe loosened, he leaned against the windowsill which overlooked the garden below.

Compared to the Arvis manor, a sprawling estate renowned for its beautiful gardens and forests, the garden of the Ratz mansion was considerably more homely.

Its garden wasn't that big as the manor was located in the center of town.

Neither the previous Dukes of Herhardt nor Matthias himself had even the slightest interest in landscaping or floriculture. For that reason, the Ratz garden was landscaped modestly to add-on to the mansion's austere style of architecture.

Once the spring season arrived and the roses of different varieties imported from Arvis were in full bloom, the flower beds transformed the drab gardens into a site that was well worth seeing.

When the scent of flowers began to linger in the blowing wind, Matthias had a passing thought about returning to the estate for the summer break.

Before suddenly, the shadow of a girl who had been diligently wandering about the garden, helping the gardener, snapped him out of his reverie.

Leyla.

Matthias unwittingly frowned.

That girl smelled like a rose.