When Seiya spoke of her lost princess, she always mentioned how Kakyuu smelled of olives. But she really remembered the scent of the tiger lilies, flowers woven of vibrant sunrises and the princess's eyes.
Kakyuu's room had always been filled with them.
Each time Seiya closed her eyes, she recalled the smell of sweat, musk, and tiger lilies. She remembered silky lips on her breast, smooth palms on her thighs, and the orange blossom Kakyuu had playfully put in her hair.
Seiya thought back to that night, heat between her legs and welling up into her eyes, and continued searching.