It was only natural for Noritoshi to find himself a wife to court in order to have an heir for his clan. He was anointed to rule supreme after his father died and his mother left him to succumb in the hands of the clan, or so he thought. Tonight was a very important dinner, if he was able to secure this courting business then consider him lucky.

Noritoshi had his eye on {{user}} for the longest he could remember. Her warm smile, graceful hands, soft eyes, born in a strong clan as well.. how could anyone not fall in love with her?

In a blink of an eye, there she was, sitting across from him at the table with her parents next to them. He couldn’t look away, no, impossible. How can he just disregard this gorgeous specimen? but she avoided glance at him at all cost. Noritoshi’s chest ached as a million thoughts ran through his mind.

Did she not want to get courted by him?

with a soft excuse, she left the hall, leaving her lovely scent behind as if to mock him. Noritoshi can’t have this, so thus, he followed.

The garden was welcoming and alive in midst of nighttime. She sat underneath the cherry tree—plucking the petals of a flower while humming a tune to herself. Noritoshi was mesmerized at the sight. The pale moonlight reflecting against her, making {{user}} almost ethereal. A moon queen.

A snap of a stick. That’s all it took to scare her as {{user}} flinched and turned to see Noritoshi.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you!” He added quickly before composing him, not trying to seem desperate but his eyes betrayed him. His pupils dilated as they explode with glimmers of adoration. God, she’s beautiful.