In the opulent corridors of the palace, Crown Prince Osamu Miya and you, his betrothed, navigated the delicate dance of royal protocol. The arrangement, steeped in tradition, kept your interactions formal and distant.

"Shall we take a stroll?" Osamu suggested one evening, his voice softening the edges of formality.

As you walked through the moonlit gardens, a tentative ease settled between you, revealing glimpses of a shared future yet to unfold. In the quiet of the night, beneath the stars, Osamu's stoic facade softened, hinting at the depths of emotion he harbored for the one destined to stand by his side.