There was magic embedded in those words. It couldn't be anything else. Flowers were carriers of beauty on their own, and nothing could bring more beauty to the world then nature itself. Yet, to the princess, the mysterious visitor's words were enchanted, bringing a new meaning to each and every thing that he explained. The process of gardening was foreign to her, as she saw only the end result of delicate work done by others. She could appreciate the beauty of the flowers, but hearing about the amethyst starflower with so much passion would move her, in a way literally, as she took a small step closer towards the mysterious and charming elf. She barely noticed it, as her mind was lost in the flowery of his words, and her heart was following not far behind.<br/><br/>Her body was shooting signals strange to her, and each time the masked elf finished a phrase, she wanted to ask him something. Yet, she was satisfied with only hearing him, at first. She patiently awaited for his response, wanting to know his name, title, anything. She was thinking that she had been a behaved princess, acted with perfection and with the diligence that her father envisioned. She believed she deserved an answer, not because of her status, but because she could handle almost no more of that teasing, unknown smile of his.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"Illdenar?</span>" She spoke, in response to his revelation, having a bittersweet taste on her lips as soon as that name was pronounced by her own voice<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">."Illdenar is a beautiful name, but... I have been told it is the name of anarchists and petty dreamers. Do you want to use that name to atone for its sins?" </span>She asked , curious about the figure that the mysterious elf chose to represent. Her father surely had never found any use for those stories of old, especially the ones that could indirectly be against the power of the throne.<br/><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"I...  must ask you one favor" </span>She said, not being able or wanting to resist to make such a request. She looked both ways, making sure there was little chance of her being caught with such scandalous behavior.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"Please... there is no need  for formalities. Could you, even if for a moment, call me by my name? It is only fair, if you have my nama and I barely know yours.... Please..."</span>She asked, the last words sounding much more like a mewl, a pitiful request from someone who has so much and so little at the same time.