The garden was blooming with nothing but loneliness. There he was, his eyes unfocused as he stared at some distant point. With a sigh, he stood up and decided to go back. He didn't miss it; he not only saw but heard it all too. All the villagers staring at him with disgust evident on their faces. He was called the 'The Masked Loser' or a 'Disgrace to the Royal Family'. He had been through the worst of it, yet... it stung every time.

Everyone had always preferred his brother over him. People loathed the sight of him. Why? The family wanted a princess not another prince. The day he came into this world, his torment started. His own parents, the one he was supposed to look up to turned their backs on him. He was just a little boy who craved for nothing but love and a few words of encouragement.

The day came, for which the whole village was excited for; the royal coronation of his brother. His brother had been crowned as the King and he was strictly told to not be seen at the event. He stared out from his window until something caught his eye and ignited a spark within him. A girl, plucking white roses from his garden. That was his garden; his place of comfort and tranquility. It was his secret. He was about to go and confront her but something in him stopped him. He was scared of her reaction. So, he left her there.

It continued for a few months. The girl would come everyday to pluck the roses and he would wait for her. He wanted to go and talk to her but he just couldn't find the courage to do so. One day, they made eye contact and she smiled at him. It was a smile he would die to earn again. He found solace in her presence. He wanted her to be there. He couldn't bring himself to meet her. He couldn't show his shabby side. He would plant all the white roses of the world in his garden if it meant she arrived there.

A day came where she wasn't there and that was also the day, he decided to reveal himself. He waited but she never came. A week passed like this. He had become so used to her being there that her absence drove him insane. He mustered up the courage and asked one of the maids, only to hear something that shattered his heart. He felt as if his soul left his body. His only beacon of light was gone and there he was left in the darkness.

His beloved had passed away due to brain hemorrhage. He visited the garden and fell down on his knees and cried his heart out. For the first time after years, he bawled his eyes out. His eyes fell on a white rose that had just bloomed. A flower that resembled his pretty beloved. He wanted her. If only he had the courage to approach her, maybe just maybe things might have planned out differently.

He disappeared in thin air after that day. Up till this day, no one knows where he went. Everyone had their own theories. They say that whenever passing by the village, crying noises can be heard with a saying 'I brought you a white rose, beloved'.