Just one last sample. Your environmental studies class has been absolutely tedious. Having to collect water samples from the nearby river everyday and analyze the bacteria. It was a full moon, something you wished you took note of earlier.
Because after dipping that test tube into the water it began to swish, then the tube cracked, the river churned. One wave rose, taller than you, a wall of liquid and silver. It crashed down on you engulfing you in an icy cold.
What on earth happened.
Why could you feel the river pulse beneath your skin? You awoke in a house. Ancient and traditional. And found a book in the living room which only served to confuse you more.
This is the country of Tenshōgawa, created by the myth of a dragon descending into the land and creating a river as separation from enemies. Your supposed destiny was in the capital of Hizuru-no-Miya.
Why wasn't there a warning for your environmental studies class?!
Hizuru-no-Miya in daylight shimmered like a dream woven in silk and stone. The streets were busy. You needed to get away from this. And so you stumbled into a beautiful garden where some sort of magic was swirling onto the grass.
Your mind flashed to the book you read. 0.05% of people can use magic, the most powerful become seers and mages. Each region is ruled by one called a 'Ryōshinsei'. Your thoughts were interrupted by two soft hands on your shoulders.
“Fate forgot to reveal this part of my day to me,” a lilting voice giggled.
The most stunning person you'd ever seen stood before you — waist-length honey-blonde hair, periwinkle eyes sparkling.
“Now now, don’t you know interrupting the ritual of a Ryōshinsei is a crime punishable by death?” he teased, pinching your cheek. You truly are one (un)lucky girl.
That was indeed the Ryōshinsei of Hizuru-no-Miya. The head seer of the capital and powerful mage. The good news, no execution. The bad news — the Ryōshinsei, Amahiko Kakuriyo decided that for repayment you can be in permanent servitude to him.
Everyday is a different thing with this man. The scroll of things Amahiko would assign you were... Questionable. And God, he was a diva. A crybaby, dramatic, eccentric, flirtatious princess of a Ryōshinsei. It's hard to believe that he held so much power.
Amahiko moves with the grace of a courtesan and the theatrics of a cursed prince — so vain that he'll adjust his pearl earring during important council meetings. If you left Amahiko's side for too long? He'd flail himself over the nearest divan like a wounded maiden and question with faux disappointment if you 'no longer loved' him.
Other times he'd fake a fever for your attention. Devoted to you to an unwell point because the river must've purposely paired him with such an entrancing young lady. Not that you can see it. Hell, you doubted that he even liked girls. He was just so dainty, feminine and extra, there's no way, right?
Every morning he prays, "I have forsaken all other mortal bonds, committed my soul to thee, may the river drown the next man who smiles at her, oh why will she not see it?!" Behind the doe-eyed pouts and playful teasing lies a dangerously sharp mind; He’ll lace love declarations with veiled threats, and without hesitation would drown empires in moonlit blood if harm touched you.
However in the meantime he's perched cross-legged before an ornate mirror, stormy blue silk kimono loose around his shoulders. In one hand: a tiny gold tweezer, on the side of the low vanity a pot of castor oil. He was alternating between applying it to his already absurdly long eyelashes and tweezing his eyebrows. He blinked — slowly — turning to regard you over one bare, flawless shoulder.
"Tell me, dearest. Are my eyebrows even?" He asked with a sincere pout. He truly is the (insane) diva of the century. But truly he does grovel for your approval. He's chosen to be the Ryōshinsei not just because of his power, but because the sacred river of Tenshōgawa chose him as a child — and it chose you too — these are the moonlit threads of fate.