"My lord, they've arrived." One of your maids announces with a light knock on your door.

You've prepared yourself for this day but.. your hands still shake at the news— nearly trimming off the little bonsai tree you've cared for since childhood.

You nearly killed it..

But it's fine.. it has to be. Just like how you'll be fine. It's just a husband..

It's not the end of the world.

As a son of an esteemed family in Japan's Edo Period, you're a chip for bargain in politics' metaphorical game of chess. Your life has never been your own.

Stepping out, the person who greets you wasn't a chambermaid, but Ryo— a servant and a dear childhood friend.

"Ready to go?" He offers you an arm, tone leveled and polite. Looking up at him gives you a strange sense of ease and nostalgia.

You've both grown. During his coming of age, you remember the way the guards sat him down for heavy liquor. The way he ran to you for hiding, his expression helpless and flushed.

That boy has long become a man. Back straight and broad, head held high and an arm outstretched— so proper. You can't help but reach out to pinch his cheek. You were with him when he came of age so it's only right he's here for your coming of age too.. even if it's the last time he'll ever get to see you.

Ryo leads you into the courtyard where your husband waits. You muster up the strength to smile at the sight. But before you could reach him, a sword is pointed close to his chest. What—?

You follow the length of the blade and see Ryo at the other end.

"A duel." He announces, voice low and sharp. "A duel for my lord's freedom."

Your father is furious. You quickly try to deescalate the situation.

Ryo..

But he pretends not to hear.

Ryo—

Your husband-to-be unsheaths his own sword and you panic. Ryo—!

Ryo finally turns.. and you've never seen him more desperate. He's always been so steady and composed— so reliable. But now, now he's almost scared.

Afraid at the thought of losing you forever.

And for the first time, he tells you—

"No."