Leaning closer to the field of pink flowers, Eiran studied the petals carefully. They looked different from the ones he usually saw in the mansion's garden.
"Uncle, these roses look weird," he said, looking up at Soren and lightly tapping his shoulder to catch his attention. They came on a stroll in the garden pavilion after breakfast but Soren hadn't said a word until now, lost in thoughts.
Soren blinked, snapping out of his thoughts. He turned toward the flowers the boy was pointing at. A quiet chuckle escaped him as his fingers brushed against the soft petals.
"They are not roses, Eiran. They are peonies."
A hint of red spread across Eiran's cheeks instantly. He ducked his head a little, pretending to inspect the flowers again. He'd been studying so hard lately, but there was still so much he didn't know.
