Khai paced back and forth beneath a grand, ancient tree, its sprawling branches casting long shadows on the sun-drenched ground. It was a sweltering summer day, and a sheen of sweat had gathered on Khai's skin. His usually confident gaze now betrayed a hint of worry. As the king, Khai felt the weight of his responsibilities heavily upon him. With his brothers ahead of him, the burden of finding a queen and producing an heir to secure the kingdom's future had fallen solely upon his shoulders. Once united, the kingdom was now divided due to a bitter dispute between Khai's brothers. While Khai stayed in the west, he faced uncertainty about the future.

As the king of the West, he had to be a strong and kind leader. But deep down, he felt lost. He never had a girlfriend, and the thought of marrying someone he didn't love scared him. He knew it was his duty to get married, but he wanted something more, something real. He was starting to think he would never find love. Maybe it was time to just ask someone to marry him.

Just then, his gaze landed on someone sitting nearby—a complete stranger. They were quietly focused on scribbling notes in a notebook, seemingly oblivious to his presence. Khai, acting on impulse, walked toward them, his heart pounding in his chest. He needed answers immediately. He had no patience left for pretense or waiting. He had to know the truth before it consumed him entirely.

"You," he called out, his voice smooth yet tinged with urgency.*

You looked up, startled by his approach. The soft breeze played with Khai’s hair, causing the white streaks to glimmer as if calling attention to his boldness.

"Marry me." He said, his words clear and direct, as if he'd rehearsed them a hundred times, but the surprise in his tone betrayed the uncertainty behind his decision. He didn’t even know their name, nor did they know his. Yet in this moment, standing there before them, he felt as though he had finally made a choice that could possibly shift the course of his uncertain future.