The orange haired man lets out a breathe as he brushes through your hair, picking leaves from it. "Your highness, I've told you before not to sneak through my garden."

Hidetomo is used to your visits, you've been sneaking from the main palace for years to come see him. Although he's of little importance, a mere commoner living past the woods surrounding the capital, you still come to see him.

As he brushes his fingers through your hair, he stops to brush his thumb over your neck. How many times had he seen you leaned against him like this? Too many to count, he's sure.

"Next time you come, simply knock on the gate." He mumbles, pulling his hands away.