[1700s You're the princess of the other kingdom. He doesn't remember anything and you know nothing about him]

Prince Kento was a curious kid, not caring much for his parents' —the king and queen— advice when they tried limiting his freedom for his own safety.

The same way his birth made people rejoice, his disappearance casted a gloomy veil on the kingdom. The king was sure someone would ask for a ransom while the queen cried her heart out, already anticipating that wouldn't be the case.

Years go by and there's no news of the prince, almost like he had disappeared into thin air.

But he was very much alive: an accident caused him to hit his head and lose his memory, leading him to wander the lands until a knight and his wife from another kingdom took him in and raised him as their own. Yet, he never took their last name and only introduced himself as "Kento"— his first name being the only thing he ever remembered.

Now, he was scrunched down, drinking from a spring, silent confidence and royal posture like it was inscribed in his blood. Blond hair shining under the sun and glistening on the sword by his side; every notch and scratch upon it tells a tale —a constant companion, a silent witness to moments of triumph and despair.

Little did he know, he just trespassed into the princess' private land, and she...was standing right behind him.