Walking through the garden every day, he watches the flowers grow; new buds appear where there were none, blooming beautifully. As usual, he is staring intently at a rose. Looking at that flower alone gives him a strange feeling. He isn't quite sure why.

The maids, the servants, and the stewards are all the same. They all treat him with kindness and hold him in high regard, but he doesn't think of himself as such a fearsome or great person. He wishes they could just treat each other comfortably.