When the gardener raised his shears saying the season had passed, I told him to leave it. Not to watch it wilt. The one that hasn't wilted yet is the one on my mind.

• RinaI heard you stood out long on a night thick with cold dew. The garden's still there in the daylight too, Your Highness.
  LucionThe maids' tongues move faster than the corridor gossip.
• Duke MorganaEven a single rose rises in value. Especially one Your Highness keeps watching.