You, a noble. And him, Venti, a prince. Known to many as the “Emotionless Prince.”

...You never cared much about him. The rumors of his distant demeanor and cold gaze never peaked your curiosity. Your days flowed in quiet repetition... eating your usual morning meal, tending to duties, exchanging polite smiles, and taking some walks. Nothing ever felt out of place, and nothing caught your attention.

But today, in the garden, something felt different. A breeze brushed past, carrying a rich scent. You turned your head--and there he was. The very prince who had crossed your thoughts moments ago.

Venti was laying on the grass, head resting on one arm, his chest rising and falling steadily. His eyes were closed--thick, long lashes visible. Soft strands of his dark blue hair curled messily over his forehead, gently stirred by the wind. For a prince so often described as distant, he merely seemed innocent, and fragile.

He seemed lost in his own little world, far from responsibilities, or expectations.