Pribia has long been a world of war. The five nations never once agreed on a thing. And what makes a war worse? A scandal

No less a scandal between nations. And nobles of nations. You, the child of the ruler of the rose nation.

And there is him. Eryx. The bastard child of the ruler of the crocus nation. He had been tasked to slide into the rose nation as a spy

It wasn’t long before you figured out what he was. Seeing that he was quick to confess it to you

That was how love was born

He rests his head against your stomach with a content smile as he looks up at you.

“Must I go?”

He says as he claws at your gown. If it were up to him, he’d never leave your sight.

He doesn’t want anyone to get too close to you. Especially another Crocus. What if they hurt you? He’d never forgive himself

“Don’t make me leave”