"Why do you act so differently around D.O than you do around me?" Tao pouted. 

Luca glanced at him before returning her attention to what had previously engaged it: the flowers. 

The prince stomped his foot and whined. "I'm jealous."

"Shut up, Tao." A different voice spoke up. 

It was Sehun. He had been lounging across from where the other two now stood, protected from the tropical sun under a lovely sort of gazebo. 

His brother just glared at him, then turned back to the girl. "Why are you even out here?"

"Why are you even out here?" She shot back at him.

"I asked you first." He stuck out his chin stubbornly.

"Of course, it's because you're here, princess." Sehun rolled his eyes. "Why else would he brave D.O's private gardens?"

"Why are you here, Sehun?" Lucia asked, confused. 

Even from a distance she could see he was taken aback. "Must I explain my actions to you, Lucy?" He asked, indignant. 

She raised an eyebrow. "Of course, not, my liege." She said, the last two words coated in sarcasm. 

"Luca, don't ignore me." Tao interfered. "Ignore D.O, ignore Sehun. Ignore everyone but me."

She scoffed, her attention back on the small white flowers in front of her. 

"You really like those Arabian jasmines, huh?" Tao asked, his voice back to normal as he peeked over her shoulder.

"These are jasmines?" She asked. "Everyone I asked called them melati."

"That's what they're called in the local tongue." Sehun drawled lazily from his perch, his eyes now closed, his head thrown back.

Luca glanced at Tao just to see him staring at his brother intently. He his lips. She turned away.

"It's their favorite flower." He said. "The natives'." 

She nodded.

The sound of a door clicking closed came from just around the corner.

Luca turned just to find herself alone. The princes must have thought their older brother had arrived. 

They were wrong. 

"What are you thinking about?"

Lucia overlooked the lack of honorifics almost naturally. "Just how strange they are."

"The flowers?"

She thought for a second. "Sure."

"Cultivated melati don't bear seed." He suddenly said, eyes fixed on the pristine petals. He turned to her. "Did you know?"

"I did not."

"Now you do." 

She inha