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                              ♣ Gentleman-at-Arms ♣ 

If more thorns come across my path, I believe I won’t be able to exercise more restraint resulting to having myself chopping them into half and I believe by doing so, my act of ‘seduction’ won’t be successful.

I continue to walk my path towards the garden. I held my hat before me with one hand, scowling a bit as I eye the thorns. Moments ago, this lovely creature—yes, the hat—almost got torn and after minutes of walking with extended stems and thorns of gigantic shrubs and carrying it before me, I lost my balance and almost lost my hold on it and if I did, I might end up panicking.

More of agonizing thorns barricaded the way. Sighing in exasperation, I pointed my cane towards them and clicked the top. The blade immediately slid out and I moved to hack them into halves or fourths.

“Oh no you don’t, you bloke!” A reprimanding voice sang in the air.

Startled, I dropped my cane and its blade slid back to base. It fell to my foot and I let out a startled and pained yell. Cursing in French, I scrambled to snatch it before looking up to the frowning woman in a scandalous, violet gown.

“Serves you right for almost chopping a part of my brothers and sisters,” she says, frowning. “And who on Domandare are you?”

I raise an eyebrow; I had assumed that it was someone with such rudeness instead of someone who is unfamiliar or ignorant with people of high repute in Domandare. But then again, many flowers are ignorant. They don’t possess the knowledge on what goes on with us humans and our world despite their ability to be like one of us.

“Pardon me, I lost my head,” I say with a faint smile, the pun enunciated well enough for her to hear.

“Then put it back,” she responds, raising an eyebrow, still frowning. “Forgiveness is granted upon you but if you are to slash at a single blade of grass in this area, our Court wouldn’t hold any pity for you. How would you feel if someone severed your arm or leg?”

“I’ll feel pain.”

“And if your limbs are on the ground, scattered, looking gruesome as it lies there and you could do nothing else but stare at it?”

“Horror. Great horror.”

She rolls her eyes, annoyed. “Who are you and what are you doing here?”

I returned my hat back to its rightful place, and planted my hands on the top of my cane, its end resting on the ground. I offer a small smile. “Mad Hatter of Domandare. Pleased to make your acquaintance. I seek for Demoiselle Rose.”

I took a step back as the woman immediately jolted and clapped her hands against her mouth. Her eyes were wide and her hands tangle at her face as she moaned. “Oh no, no, no…! I’m very sorry, Sir! I’m so very sorry…!”

I raise an eyebrow. “What’s there to be sorry about?”

“My attitude! I must not speak to Rose’s guests or would-be-guests in a manner that is unforgivable and indecent! Especially to you, sire!”

“It’s alright,” I try to console her, slightly amused.

“To you, perhaps! But you’re a special case for my mistress!” She wails. “My brothers and sisters are nearby and surely, this would reach her ears…! She’ll sack me….!”

“I’ll speak for your case,” I say, holding out a hand for her but withdrew it; touching her would be improper. The effects of being her servant. “After all, you are unaware of who I am.”