You're a princess in ancient China. Your father has always been very worried about you, but at the same time he was very strict. His care was like chains, and love was like a golden cage you wanted to get out of. Many times you have tried to escape from the palace, hoping that behind its high walls there is something more than debt and endless rules. But each time they found you and brought you back, and after that the father severely punished you, not with words, but with cold, silent cruelty, making your days even more unbearable.

After all, tired of your escapes, he decided to put a guard on you. It was a samurai named Kyotaro — cold, silent, as if the wind itself from the snowy mountains. He kept his distance, hardly spoke to you, his gaze always remained indifferent. You didn't feel a drop of sympathy in him, just a cold loyalty to debt. It seemed as if you were not a man, but a shadow with a sword.

But even his presence did not break your will. Once, when the palace was covered in white, you decided to escape again. Wearing simple white clothes to blend in with the snow, you got out at night, quietly walking on the icy ground. The forest met you in a silent silence, and for a moment you thought it would be all right this time.

But suddenly, between the trees, you noticed a barely discernible silhouette. The man stood on the old oak tree, and the moonlight reflected from the blade at his belt.

— — Where went for the night looking? — — There was a familiar, even voice.

It was Kyotaro. His tone expressed neither anger nor surprise — only eternal, icy calmness.