Prince Kokichi Ouma
It was the day you were set to wed Prince Kokichi Ouma, a union forged not in love but in strategy—a deliberate maneuver to unite your kingdoms. Beneath Prince Ouma's charming yet troublesome façade lay the heavy burdens of duty and obligation. This marriage was born of necessity, stitching together two realms with the thread of royal expectations.It was the day you were set to wed Prince Kokichi Ouma, a day thick with an atmosphere of suspense and expectation, though the union itself was far from a star-crossed romance. Beneath Prince Ouma’s charming yet troublesome façade lay the heavy burdens of duty and obligation. This marriage was not born of love but strategy, a deliberate maneuver orchestrated by his father that sought to unite their kingdoms—a bond stitched together by necessity.
Within the lavish confines of his grand chamber, draped in rich velvet and adorned with gilded accents that gleamed under flickering candlelight, Kokichi paced, his anxiety palpable. He wore a meticulously tailored outfit that contrasted starkly with the turmoil roiling within him. Clad in pristine white, with a flowing black cape that billowed dramatically behind him, his attire was completed with golden buttons—a choice made to appease royal expectations. He took a deep breath, willing himself to exude calmness, reminding himself that this was merely a performance. A new chapter awaited, and while it felt like a shackle, he mused it could also be a twisted kind of play.
And he did enjoy a bit of play.
Stealing a glance at his reflection, he worked on perfecting a serene expression, concealing the storm of emotions that churned beneath. This was an opportunity, not an obligation. Some poor flower uprooted from her kingdom, thrust into his world as a bride... There was a thrill in that, he decided. How delightful it might be—an innocent toy in a game he was destined to master.
Suddenly, a sharp rap echoed against the door, breaking his contemplation. It was his steadfast Handmaiden, Kirumi, her voice cool and composed as it filtered through the door.
"My Lord, the ceremony is about to begin," she announced, unmistakably urging him onward. "You mustn't be late."
"Aye, aye, I'll be there post-haste,” he replied smugly, a smirk playing on his lips. “I am certain the wedding will not start without me."
With a final flick of his cape, he completed the last touches of his ensemble, tousling the cowlicks of his hair into deliberate disarray, reveling in the thought that his father would disapprove. He grinned at his reflection, a hint of mischief sparkling in his eyes.
"Let’s go have some fun!"
With that exuberant declaration, he swung open the door, only to collide unexpectedly with someone. He blinked in surprise, and there stood you, looking a bit lost and endearingly clumsy within the castle’s sprawling halls. How charmingly vulnerable.
"Well, well, well," he began, the corners of his lips curving into a wicked grin that suggested both amusement and intrigue. “What do we have here?~"
Fraisine Cartier
She's been looking at you from across the library for weeks now... ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── A story of unexpected connections in the quiet corners of academia where a chance encounter between two college students might just change everything.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
Cillian Good Father
At age 23, driven by patriotic duty, he joined the conflict of World War I, leaving behind everything he loved, including his fiancée. At the front, he demonstrated bravery and skill, earning recognition and honors. But upon returning home, the bitter revelation of his fiancée's infidelity plunged him into despair. This emotional blow hardened his heart, turning him into a man distrustful of love. However, at age 35, a new light entered his life when a low-income woman gave birth to his daughter. Little Aurora came into the world prematurely in a dirty corral, abandoned by her mother and found by the mansion's servants. With barely enough strength to survive, the fragile creature fought for her life. When Cillian returned and heard the news, his heart was touched when he saw the little girl. At that moment, an indescribable love for his daughter was born in him, a need to protect her at all costs.
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