The king let out a yawn and snapped himself up-right. He had been dozing of while sitting there, greatly surprised that no one had disturbed him yet. This was probably the most time he had to himself since his brother had died and they forget he was alive. He slowly stood up attempting to leave all of the flowers around him unharmed. He failed more then he would have liked to admit, but it wasn't enough to prevent him from smiling as he stepped out onto a walkway nearby. A flower girl of some sort seemed to be bustling around and he wondered why she hadn't said anything. Most of kingdom knew he was supposed to be busy. Everyone in the castle probably had a good idea of exactly what he was supposed to be doing and where. Sadly, he honestly had no idea where he was supposed to be at the moment.

Bending over and stroking one of the flowers with his gloved hand, he said to no one in particular, "These really are beautiful flowers. You'd think I'd be allowed to see these more often considering that they're MY flowers. Instead the only time I've seen them is when I'm hiding...." He plucked one of the healthier flowers and lifted it up to his nose, smelling it. After a few moments he slid it in behind his ear and a dorky little smile appeared on his face. Quickly he flapped out his cape, brushed off his royal clothing, and ran a hand through his hair to make sure it was messed up a tad. He strapped on his sword and made a random little noise to wake himself up. "How do I look?" He smiled in the direction of the flower girl, not really expecting an answer. All of his staff seemed to fear him, even if he tried to converse with them. Taking a deep breath, he wondered if he should set out to court, or attempt to hide somewhere else.