Roses
Dio would watch her everyday. The human girl locked away in the jail cell of his castle; the same human girl who reminded him of the roses that once covered the now barren ground. She hated him; he loved her. If you could call it love. He just found her rebellious personality interesting. She was good-looking despite being human, and Dio wondered if Leda was a bit jealous. He sighed and turned to leave. The girl was fast asleep and he didn't want to invoke her wraith. He would visit again tomorrow and maybe get her to speak to him.