[center][b]City of Kič. Satrapy of Makrān. Sassanid Persia. 5th year of the reign of Shahanshah Mazdak.[/b][/center]

	The glorious sun shone high in the sky and from his bench in the gardens Narsē breathed deeply, basking in its warmth and the colorful and pleasant smells of his gardens. Though not as sumptuous as those of Ctesiphon, the Surenas still prided themselves in what they had managed to build in the arid mountains of Makrān. After all the region was well known for being extremely arid and mountainous. And yet through hard work and Persian engineering, generations of the Suren clan had managed to create a beautiful patch of green on the otherwise desolate lands of Makrān.

	Narsē himself was specially diligent in the maintenance and expansion of the family's walled gardens - the Bāḡ-. "Gardens are an integral part of our heritage son." His father used to say. "It's a way to bring order and symmetry to the chaos of the desert. Through our work we duplicate the divine paradise on earth. We show the others our power by painting the desert green. And it's a great way to just relax and forget your troubles when things get too overwhelming. Just a couple hours enjoying the smells and sounds of your own work and even the highest mountains will become easier to overcome." Now, decades later Narsē understood this more than ever. The strain of his duties never ceased to increase. But no matter how hard or frustrating the situation got, a couple hours in the gardens smelling the flowers and listening to the birds would always clear his head.

	Narsē released another contented sigh. The gardens never failed. And to think that he could not stand the place as a child. Fortunately for him his sons were quick in learning to appreciate the value of the gardens. Even though not as enthusiastically as Narsē himself. Narsē rose from the bench with another sigh. It was time to return to work, there were letters to write, accounts to review, treaties to draft. His afternoon would probably be just as busy as his morning was and if he was lucky he would manage to finish his work in time to attend dinner with the rest of his family. Oh well, at least the Empire was at peace.

	Narsē took the long route back to his rooms. A few more minutes enjoying the sights of his garden probably wouldn't make any difference in the long run. And as he was reaching the edges of the garden he noticed his firstborn -Khosraw- emerging from a nearby canopied pathway. Looking rather disheveled for some reason. His clothes ruffled and dirty and his hair a mess.

	"My son!" He called out as he approached his son while Khosraw turned towards him. Surveying the state of his son, Narsē continued: "What happened? I thought you were taking the twins to the gardens after lunch."

	"I did..." Khosraw replied with an annoyed huff. "I thought it would be a good way to get them off their mother's bedside. With the baby due at anytime soon Rokhsāna could use a day without worrying about them too. Besides, it would be good to spend some time with them too, teach them the basics of gardening." 

	"And judging by your state I guess that the twins decided to run around the grass instead of sitting still and listening?" Narsē asked with amusement clear in his tone. 

	"What was I expecting anyway?" Khosraw asked with a defeated sigh. "Of course they wouldn't sit still. They're barely six...anyway they're their  tutor's problems now. If you excuse me father I'm going to change into something that doesn't has a layer of dirt and grass over it." 

	"Of course." Narsē replied with a wave of his hand. "I will start of the letters for your brother in court and when you're ready you will review the budget and plans for reparations of the [i]Qanats[/i] in Tis."

	"As you wish father." Khosraw replied, giving a shot bow and walking away. Calling out for the servants to prepare him clean clothes and a bath.

	As Narsē made his way to his study he chuckled lightly to himself, apparently fatherhood had made Khosraw forget that his own twins were still not as bad as he and his brothers had been during his boyhood. And if Khosraw had managed grown into a proper and respectable adult then the twins should prove no trouble given enough time and attention. Though he should spare some time to spend with his grandchildren and teach them properly. about the joys of gardening.


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-Not much happened, I had to deal with some writer's bloc and this was the result. 
	
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