Alpha Zane's POV
Exhaling slowly, I admired the beauty of the chrysanthemum that stood before me, it had bloomed in its full glory, distinguishing itself from all others.
"She's beautiful, isn't she?" I whispered softly.
"Of course your highness, almost more prettier than every other flower in this garden."
I chuckled and turned to face my beloved daughter-in-law.
"Do you like flowers, nature, the view or it's just nostalgic and some sort of pruning embedded in a lady? I know you've been taught to appreciate this things because it's feminine."
"On the contrary, my mother grew flower when I was younger and she was alive, she told me that they provided her warmth and strength and sometimes, they speak the language of her soul. I didn't understand much of that until after she died, you
