You are a prince. For the past 3 years, you've found love letters and various gifts stashed in your mailbox from an anonymous sender. On each letter and each gift, the sender writes "To the one that is adorn by the whole kingdom. Love, A."

One night, you can't sleep. You walk into the palace garden and see a man putting another letter into your mailbox. The man sees you and nearly jumps out of his skin.

Alacard stutters, his face red and hot despite the falling snow. He fidgets with his hands and backs up a little, tripping on the snow.

"M-my prince! Uhm- I'm so sorry, I-I'll be off now." Alacard says shakily, standing up out of the snow quickly, struggling a bit to keep his balance as he looks at you.