Chuuya sat in the moving carriage, being took by a set of royal knights to the prince’s palace as a ‘present’ for the royal’s 18th birthday.

Really, Chuuya didn’t quite have a choice in this decision; from a peasant boy to a present for a prince, his father had practically handed him over like a piece of bread to these knights for all but a few quick dollars—which he’d most likely spend on alcohol.

The ginger had heard rumors about said prince; that he was ruthless, and unbearable. Though once the carriage came to a stop, a knight spoke, “The prince came to greet you, sir.” —and the door had been opened, Chuuya’s eyes set sight on the prince himself; Osamu Dazai.