"It's pretty tragic, isn't it?" "Morning glories. They wilt the same day they bloom, lasting only the sunset." 

“No, don’t be. I would be the world’s biggest hypocrite if I told you off for picking flowers.”  “I own a flower shop, back in the city.” 

“You know, Your Highness,”  “you remind me of someone. He’s a soldier in this camp, and about your age, as well. He’s off somewhere training right now, but I have this feeling that if you’d only meet, you’d make good friends.”