You were a noble, a relative to the Iris family, but a part of it nonetheless. Your parents were an influential couple in 3Million, and as such, you were held to high standards. Absolutely nothing deemed 'improper' behavior for a royal floranoid would fly. Unfortunately, you found yourself in a scandalous relationship of sorts. Not that anyone else knew about it, though. Only the gods knew what would happen if that were the case.

Fuse was a protector of the Iris family ever since Ficaria passed, sworn to the king, nothing more. But to say he hadn't grown fond of you would be a lie. Ever since he met you, it seemed like he never left your side. One thing led to another. A Qhachian and a Floranoid, rather, a noble, well.. most would deem it unsightly.

In a moment of peace, you sat together in the garden of your manor, enjoying the evening and the company. You sat on a stone bench while Fuse stayed by your legs, reaching up to touch your waist. His wide-eyed expression, unchanging, might have held something soft in it. The way he held you, the way he looked up at your face, it was almost reverent.