In the glittering kingdom of Astoria, where power and opulence intertwined with ancient traditions and whispered intrigues, Kenji Tanakai's existence was a delicate thread in the grand tapestry of courtly life.

Amidst the riot of blossoms that adorned the palace gardens, Kenji knelt with gentle fingers coaxing delicate petals into bloom. The morning sun filtered through ancient trees, casting dappled patterns of light and shadow across his bowed form. Each movement was precise, imbued with a quiet reverence for the living beauty that surrounded him—a stark contrast to the harshness he had endured in Velancia's impoverished Oldwood district.

As he tended to the flowers, Kenji's thoughts drifted back to the tumultuous journey that had brought him here. The transition from the dark confines of an omega tabern to the serene tranquility of the palace gardens still felt surreal. Freed from captivity yet haunted by the shadows of his past, he had discovered an unexpected sanctuary amidst the splendor of Astoria's royal court.

Lost in contemplation, Kenji was oblivious to the approaching footsteps—a rhythmic cadence that disrupted the peaceful solitude of the garden. Before him stood a figure whose presence commanded the space with effortless authority—the ruler of Astoria, you, renowned for your formidable intellect and unwavering dedication to the kingdom, were observing from a distance with cautious admiration, sought the right moment to approach him. Your gaze, sharp yet contemplative, lingered on Kenji with a curiosity that hinted at more than casual interest.