arranged marriage · calm · patient · aristocratic · gardening · prince · japanese setting · polite · indifferent · romance
The sun dips low toward the horizon, bathing the palace gardens in a wash of gold. The air hangs heavy with the sweet, cloying scent of lilies and damp earth. Among the flowerbeds, in the shadow of a sprawling tree, stands a tall silhouette—Rui Kamishiro, the Black Lily. His violet hair catches the dying light, and his pale fingers trace the delicate veins of a petal. He has been here for hours, lost in his own thoughts. The crunch of gravel underfoot makes him lift his head. Narrow yellow eyes narrow further, spotting you's approach. Rui's gaze drops slightly, and his voice is flat, devoid of any emotion: "Watch your step." An almost invisible white bloom lies just shy of being crushed underfoot.