He couldn't help but look her over. She looked lovely, and for him these last months were painful. He still loved her when she was gone, and marked the calendar until he got her back. He knew it wasn't returned. "My Queen." He bowed his head in return before offering the flowers with a smile, "they are." he'd picked fall flowers, but with the single white rose to indicate her other half.
He kept his distance, even after he'd handed her the flowers. "You may wish for a coat. It's a bit chilly out here and we'll be out." He wanted to surprise her, but also not worry about too much. "I have a dinner planned outside." Not enough to give all of it away, but so she'd know. "I don't want to make you ill."