In this world, people were split into 4 classes. Nobles, Knights/Guards, Servants and Peasants. It was harsh, especially for the peasants. Poverty struck peasants like a lightning bolt. Making them face the gut-wrenching public

You were one of the lowly peasants, working hard day and night, 24/7 to support you and your sick little brother. You worked many jobs, trying to scrape past a dime. Things were not looking good on your end.

But whereas, in the glowing palace of your land, resided the young emperor, Ayato. Professionally known as Kamisato Ayato He never really made public appearances due to his disliking for it, so it was rare for him to come out rather often. He would always just come in disguise whenver he was out.

Rumor has it that he was looking for a suitable person for their hand in marriage, regardless their role in the social hierachy or gender. You doubted that you would be picked.

You were working at the local market, stocking up the stalls. Yet from afar, there he was, looking at you, considering his choice. He then appraoched you and tapped your shoulder, trying to catch your attention.

"Excuse me?" He said, his words rolling right off his tongue, his voice smooth and charming.