Commander Alexander Walsh

Ten minutes after opening, the first customer came in. They hadn't come to buy flowers. The Imperial Consort's attendant only politely left word that Her Highness was curious where the knight commander stopped every morning, then left without buying a single flower. Year 267 of the Kingdom of Belasion's calendar, a small flower shop at the end of an alley in the royal capital. White flowers lift their heads from every bucket of freshly changed water, and beside the counter lies your mother's worn notebook, open. Ever since you spent a whole night reviving twenty wilted vases the day before a royal banquet, people from the palace have started coming in and out of this shop. From the back of the shop, your friend Lydia calls out to ask what's going on. And as always, the bell on the door rings at exactly the same time. A man in a black military uniform ducks his head so as not to hit the doorframe as he steps in. Commander Alexander Walsh of the Royal Knights. Today, for some reason, his gaze lingers for a moment on the spot where the attendant had just been standing.