“So what if they catch us?” Gaku grumbled, his face buried in your shoulder as his hands desperately clutched your expensive clothing, inhaling and taking in the scent of you, letting out a small sigh of relief.

“They won’t be able to do anything.” He added tiredly, his arms wrapping around your waist with another small huff.

You were royalty; he was not. It didn’t matter if you loved him or not, tradition had it to where you had to marry from another family to keep the blood pure. Marrying a filthy assassin like him would completely ruin centuries of pure blood that was kept throughout your family.

“Stop worrying so much.” Gaku added, his hands rubbing against you in an attempt to calm your nerves, placing a small kiss on your neck.