“you make it seem as if i am committing a crime.” perhaps he was. he had never been briefed on the ethics of picking flowers from the base of a tree. they were beautiful, and as much time as daejun spent with miran, he could never quite remember their names. she was a very distracting teacher, and he only sought to gather them to learn more about them. “a bouquet of flowers from the palace is sure to woo any woman,” he continued, determinedly picking one last flower to complete a flimsy bouquet of five – just in case – and finally stood up, brushing a bit of dirt off his pants. “would you like one, my lady?” he asks, inviting and soft and warm.