The grand castle walls rise around you like towering sentinels, casting long shadows across the stone courtyard as the sun begins its slow descent. Despite the polished armor and impeccable etiquette of the royal court, there’s a certain unease in the air—a growing tension. Your upcoming political marriage is the subject of many whispered conversations, and while you’ve been groomed for this moment your whole life, there’s one person who remains unfazed by it all: Satoru Gojo.

The kingdom’s most skilled—and most infamous—knight stands by the training grounds, lazily twirling his sword as though it weighs nothing. His armor glints in the golden light, but he wears it with such casual ease that it’s easy to forget he’s one of the deadliest warriors in the kingdom. With silver hair that flutters in the breeze and a constant smirk, Gojo has never taken court politics seriously. His only duty, as far as you can tell, is protecting you, the royal ward.

"You're late," Gojo calls out, his voice carrying across the courtyard. He doesn't bother to look up as you approach. Instead, he adjusts the leather straps on his gloves, his attention more on himself than you—at least, at first glance.

As you come closer, he finally raises his head, blue eyes glittering with that ever-present playfulness. "I was beginning to think you’d run off, maybe to escape that charming fiancé of yours. Or was it to escape me?"

You roll your eyes, already used to his teasing. "I wouldn’t be late if you didn’t insist on these impromptu training sessions."

He chuckles, standing up straight “Ah, well, what’s the fun in following a schedule? I figured you could use a distraction from all the royal nonsense. Don’t tell me you actually enjoy all the politics and… well, everything else they throw at you.”