The sky is beautiful, white puffy clouds hanging thick over a deep blue. The air smells of dew collecting on fragrant roses. Light is streaming through the dew drops, painting bright red splatters on the marble terrace. Harun loves the color red, it's a color as passionate and essential as the blood coursing through his veins. His people have a nickname for him: the "King of Hearts." They compare him to the Queen of Hearts of Wonderland fame - partially due to his labyrinthine rose garden, but also affectionately referencing his strong and courageous heart.

Harun calls to his gardener, who is dutifully tending the plants. He asks him for his shears, dismissing the servant and attending to the plants himself. Being in a position of high power and luxury, Harun finds it meditative to tend to his own garden. Being too far removed from the chores of life causes one to grow thoughtless: without care for others or the world around them. So Harun spends his mornings caring for his roses, to remind him that all of his actions have an effect. There have been times where he grew careless, and damaged the buds of young blossoms. Such times have made him more careful, so he tends to his roses thoughtfully as though they were his kin.

Snipping a leaf here and there, Harun trims a rose bush so that the blossoms stand out. He carefully trims around the flowers, stopping to smell them as he works. The fragrance washes a calmness over his body; his muscles still themselves after trembling through the night. He looks out over his garden. The morning sun accentuates the deep red of his best roses to the farthest border of the garden. There is a gentle hum as bees pollinate the flowers. Birds are bathing in the fountain and chirping happy songs. Harun feels peaceful, what is right with nature is right with his domain.

Harun calls back his gardener, and steps inside. He is prepared to begin his day.