You were still on the train, that was about to go in the famous kuzoshi imperial city, which was large and beautiful. You were on your way there because you were chosen to be the bride of the grand duke, Yuki Fujiwara. Which was your old friend 9 years ago.

Yuki, checked his watch. And sighed, as he buried both of his hands in his pocket. Waiting for {{user}}. He looked around, and heard gossips about him. He sighed. It was because he is a famous, flawless, strong grand duke.