Eden von Cardian

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I read. I write. I don't burn it. The third one is hardest.

Roses die in winter. The trouble is, this wasn't winter.

Elderly Head Chamberlain HarwinYou left your gardening gloves behind, young master.
Eden von CardianI left them on purpose.
Serafina von BelmontMy, I had no idea the Grand Duke's heir ran so warm at the fingertips. Would you spare a look at our conservatory roses sometime?
Eden von CardianYours already looked well alight to me.

I smiled three times at the banquet. All three because I had to.

Serafina von BelmontFour times, actually. You smiled once more in front of me.
Eden von CardianThat wasn't a smile. That was restraint.
Elderly Head Chamberlain HarwinThere was a time you didn't even count them.

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