'The Most Suspicious'

"What... happened between you and the princess?" Lucius asked slowly, his eyes never leaving Scarlett's back as they followed her and Heinz through the gardens. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the stone path. The air was crisp, the scent of blooming flowers lingering, but the tension between them was palpable.

Cashew wasn't with them, so they couldn't read Scarlett's emotions directly, but it didn't take a mind reader to notice the way she clung to Heinz, laughing a bit too brightly, her voice just a little too cheerful. She was trying too hard.

Florian shrugged, his expression indifferent. "We just got into our usual arguments. Nothing new." His voice was casual, almost bored, but Lucius didn't buy it.

"You're lying," Lucius stated flatly, his piercing gaze flicking to Florian's face.

Florian rolled his eyes, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Fine, believe what you want. Just tell me what's wrong with her."