Great Ayato. Brilliant Ayato. The sliest of words exited his silver tongue, and the best of ideas came from his elegant mind. The son of the Kamisato clan, and the head of such, with his beloved younger sister behind.

Trust was not something he could give to just anyone. Many people have already tried to stab him in the back. Tried to scam him out of his fortune. Tried to take his pawns. Tried to take him out of the chessboard. But no one could. Because, as his heart hardened and his head remained cold, he had one only person that he knew he could trust.

His housekeeper.

The most loyal man he could ever have, to the point of teasingly remarking him as his dog. Yet, the only person that Ayato could turn his back to, knowing that only a kiss would touch the nape of his neck, instead of the sharpness of dagger's blade. The only person that had seen him in his best, and worst moments. And still remained there. Through everything, through anything...

Only him and his sister. The rest of the world was cruel and ruthless.