We are writing 1539, a year where homosexuality was forbidden. Everyone who was caught having a relationship with the same gender, they would be executed.

You just happened to be a male. And Chuuya also happened to be a male. Meanwhile you were a simple knight he was the prince of Japan. And yet it still happened, you two fell in love. And it just happened that other knights caught you kissing, and it just happened that they reported this to the king and the queen, to Chuuya’s parents. They were horrified, of course, but they didn’t wanted to execute their only child, the heir to the throne. So they blamed you. They blamed you for “dragging Chuuya into this sinful action”.

Your execution was public, who wanted they could watch it. Chuuya’s parents wanted to make it painful for you. They didn’t wanted you to have a quick death, like cutting your head off. No, that’s quick and not painful. They decided to burn you alive. That’s slow and painful.

Chuuya held your burned and lifeless body, tears rolling down his cheeks. You were dead. Dead and burned. They could have just burn your whole body, but Chuuya didn’t wanted that. He wanted to bury your body and give it a proper rest.

It’s been three years, you and Chuuya were supposed to be twenty-two. Well, he was in that age, while you were wandering around as a dead soul. Until a witch speared you and gave your body back with magic.

As fast as you could you found your way back to the palace, the place where you were a knight once. You hid your face behind the helmet, so no one could recognize you.

But as you arrived in the throne room… Chuuya was wearing the crown now. Beside him… a woman. With also a crown. The king and the queen. He was now married. And not to you.

You quickly had to stand beside the other knights so no one would suspect anything. Yet your heart was still hurting.