Good Morning! I don't own a single thing but my car.

Lena normally ate alone in her former chambers. The door would be locked and it looked like the food was regurgitated from the dragon bird things here on Krypton. Tonight was no different with one exception. She wasn't in her former chambers. She was in the Princess' and the food looked palpable. They sat at a small table on the balcony outside her-their room. It was facing a field of red flowers. When the wind would blow, they made an interesting whistling sound. It sounded like a thousand reed instruments being played softly. The Princess' sharp blue eyes studied Lena's profile.

"They are…how do you say it? Bioluminescent. It's activated by touch. I believe Terra has something similar. Plankton." She informed. Lena turned, startled by her voice. Dinner had been a relatively quiet affair.

"Would you like to go down to the garden with me?" she asked. Lena could only smile.

Lena wasn't sure how long she had been here. Her hair was in desperate need of a trim and she knew she lost weight. Kryptonians were flexitarians, she learned. They hardly ate meat, and thanks to the Estate's vast collection of information crystals, she learned about Rao, the history of Krypton, and how it became the planet it is today. Kara helped as much as she could. There were so many social rules. Some were the same as Terra, but most were not.

For one, hugging or physical touch was considered taboo. You didn't do it in public. Lena learned that the hard way. She remembers she reached out to the Princess to loop their arms like they did at the Estate in the megacity of Argo. Kara's face resembled that of a tomato as she explained it was inappropriate. That's how she learned that Kryptonians were fucking nuns. Absolute prudes. Lena still felt the heat of embarrassment on her face from her slip-up. The Princess still hasn't spoken to her and that had to be several days ago.

Lena still did not sleep in the bed with Kara. It became obvious to the Princess she wouldn't, so Kara had a second bed placed in her chambers for Lena. The morning red rays of Rao flooded the room and Lena slipped out of bed. The Princess was not in, again. She often wondered where she went. Lena always would disappear to the garden of the whistling flowers. Normally, she would be alone.

However, the fates could never be so merciful. She really needed something to work on her side for once. On the bench she dubbed HER bench, Lena spotted Kal-El. He sat primly, as if waiting for her. His steel blue eyes spotted her quickly as she approached her damn bench. No one came out here. Why was the Man of Steel here to fuck up her entire routine? He stood when she stopped a few feet from him.

"I heard from the patrol, you come out here every morning." His deep voice echoed over the musical tone of the flowers. He towered over her, but his posture was more relaxed than it had been in the Great Hall.. "I would like to apologize. I know since your arrival, your treatment has been anything but kind." He paused, searching hardset green eyes. He extended a hand. Lena eyed it curiously, perhaps suspiciously. She could never be too sure. Krypton was different and she isn't accustomed to the rules yet. Kal-El seemed to sense her hesitation, and furrowed his dark brows.

"Is this not how Terrans 'shake hands'?" he asked, clearly confused. Lena couldn't help it, she barked out a laugh at how silly the situation is. Her fiance still refused to talk to her. Everyone remained polite, but no one asked how she fared, let alone her own customs. The last person she expected was Kal. She extended her hand, grasping his in a firm shake. He was warm, but then again, so were all Kryptonians. They ran hotter than most humans.

"Yes, Prince Kal-El. My apologies." He motioned for them to sit. So she did. Maybe she had a death wish. Perhaps. They sat in a comfortable silence, observing the reed-like red flowers together.

"She will come around. She has not spoken to you because she is studying Earth's customs. Kara knew she embarrassed you on your first trip to Argo." he spoke softly. Lena looked up at his profile. He looks like her in the nose area, Lena noted. It took her by surprise; he referred to her home planet as Earth.

"She wants to learn about you. Kara spent some time on Terra, but from strictly an observational position. She did not interact or interfere. I am afraid her knowledge of Terran social cues is in short supply. She is trying. Give her time." He turned to her, observing the emotions flitting across her face. He rose to his feet, his intention to leave, but he left her with some food for thought.

"Your file is made up of facts. It is what you accomplished in your short time on Terra. She wants to know who you are, Lena." As he began to walk away, he called over his shoulder, "She is in the main floor study room."

Lena knew the room. She herself had been there, learning about her new home. Yeah right. It's still a prison, of that she was certain. She's now just a slave to the Princess instead of the entire House. But it was better. She no longer suffered physical and emotional abuse from the guards. She was free to roam, to explore. Perks of being the Princess' fucking Consort. It's barbaric, but her freedom relies on her participation. However coerced it may be, she had agreed. Contract signed, sealed, and delivered to the Queen.

She found the blonde quickly, flicking rapidly over several crystal holographs. Kara was obviously frustrated and Lena refrained from giggling. One phrase on the holograph was 'Netflix and Chill'. The Kryptonian was mumbling in her native tongue. Lena recognized some words, such as "impossible" and "stupid." It was incredibly hot to hear her speak in her native language. Lena cleared her throat, grabbing the blonde's attention. It seems she startled the woman.

"Lena! A pleasant surprise, truly. Is there a problem?" the Princess asked, concern laced her voice. She folded her hands on the table top, giving Lena her undivided attention.

"Netflix and Chill is a euphemism. Netflix is a television subscription. They have movies and television shows. The "chill" part is the sex. It's a blase term for having sex." Lena said, rounding the table to sit across from the blonde. Kara's golden brows rose to her hairline in surprise.

"I was…unaware that mating on Terra is very casual. On Krypton, it is not. We can, and we do. However, it is usually very rare. Kal-El's parents conceived him in what we call the unnatural way. Most children here are pod children. Having a physical relationship is uncommon." Lena nodded, patiently.

"Do Kryptonians experience physical attraction?" Lena asked. Kara raised a brow at the ever curious Terran.

"I read about a Terran term. Sexuality. It seems who your kind lays with is a taboo. It is not here because mating is almost unheard of. If I were to put it in a label for my people, I would say we are demisexual." Lena's smirk widened.

"So you do." she said matter-of-factly. Kara's face was worth every moment. It began on her cheeks, spreading to her ears like wildfire. The scarlet hue was unmistakable. Having mercy on the flustered Kryptonian, she reached across the narrow table to place a hand on Kara's. Blue met green. "On my planet, finding a connection with someone, whether it is for a night, a week, a month, a year, or many years is the ultimate goal. Humans want to love and to be loved." She finished softly. Kara turned her ethereal blue eyes to the human. Lena couldn't look away, even if she tried.

"Is that what you want? To…love and be loved?" the Princess asked quietly. Lena didn't answer, instead she began to pull her hand away. Kara reached out, taking her small hand in hers. Lena didn't notice at first, but Kara's hand was larger than her own, engulfing her dainty appendage.

"Perhaps I am more Terran than I care to admit." she whispered softly, eyes not meeting hers. Lena smiled faintly.

"Perhaps, Princess."