Once upon a land there was an old prince that spent all of his time inside.
Each day he would order a delivery of flowers for the royal estate. He would proceed then, over the following hours, to arrange, trim and place tremendous and intricate bouquets within the separate wings and levels of the palace.
His name and title was Prince Bavard. Although he often suggested,’Please, Monsieur B’ to guests and household staff. An unassuming man of graying hair, demure and of shy disposition, his station and rank was not destined to rise above that of prince. This was because his gentle nature and modest fixations brought little talent for politics nor the governance of a society that so supported his great family. The De la Roccolis had ruled over France for a quiet age which had afforded all a sense of fecund and prosperity.