Purple Hydrangeas

Vyan and Spencer moved through the thick underbrush of the Forest of Beasts, their senses on high alert. The air was alive with the sounds of the forest: rustling leaves, distant bird calls, and the occasional snap of a twig underfoot. 

Vyan led the way, while Spencer kept watch with a cheerful bounce in his step.

"My lord, this forest could make an excellent hunting ground. It might even draw travelers from afar," Spencer said, ducking under a low-hanging branch.

Vyan shot him a sidelong glance, shaking his head playfully. "Thank you for the business idea, Spence, but we lack the resources to clear tens of thousands of monsters."

Spencer laughed, his voice bright and carefree. "Then it seems I shall enjoy this place's natural beauty alone, year after year, making my wife envious. She adores such spots."

Vyan threw him an amused look. "I suspect your jealousy plan might backfire, and soon enough, you will be taking Miss Lisa on a tour."