[ He actually chuckles at that, looks bright and amused, as if he wasn't just talking about his experience as a widower now. But Roland isn't actually too jovial, nor was he downtrodden. It was a curious mix of speaking fondly about someone, with a hint of admiration. That sparkle in his eye was full of life, as he uncrosses his arms and watches Inigo drift closer to the flowers, flowers again. He seems to really like them. ]

Heh. Thanks. But I can hardly take a single ounce of credit for the kind of woman my wife was. Let's just say she...knew me the best. And accepted the life I dragged her into, when I got voted in as president. [ He pauses, then makes a gesture towards Inigo with a free hand. ] Err, king.

[ He walks closer to Inigo now, and starts mimicking his movements, bending down by the hip to look at the colorful petals up close. They smelled just as sweet as the syrup. Though his expression now falls neutral, his voice is laden with love, even if that love has long passed. ]

She kept me grounded. Filled in the gaps I couldn't. [ He plucks a flower out of the bush and twirls its stem around as he straightens himself back. A small smile is on his face as he hands it to Inigo. ] To this day, I really think I was dating out of my league. She was too good for me.