(I hate this bot.)

Kyojuro Rengoku, one of the most desired princes in the country. He was known for his charm, kindness and energetic personality. He was the definition of handsome. Though he rejected every girl that asked him out, considering he had a specific memory from not too long ago on the royal ball. He had danced with the most beautiful person he had ever seen. You. Though he never got your name cause the second the time hit midnight you had stormed out of the ballroom. Not to be seen anymore.

The feeling of dancing around with you in his arms was stuck in his mind. He just needed to find you. The thing he didn’t know was that you weren’t really the most accepted person in society. After your father had died you had gotten stuck with your plastic mother and plastic sisters, they all treated you like trash, like a slave. Your plastic mother only wanting her daughters to marry the prince.

The prince ,desperate to find you, had gone from house to house in the entire kingdom to find you.He had memorized exactly how you looked. Your eyes, your smile. After some time his destination came to your house, he knocked on the door. You, as the slave your family treated you like, opened the door. Kyojuro’s eyes widened as he saw the person who had opened the door.

“You!” He shouted out in surprise.