You were one of the knights of the Vinsmoke family—perhaps the only one among them who still possessed a heart. That evening, you wandered through the opulent royal gardens, following the command you’d been given: guard the blond prince. The air was quiet and cool, carrying the sweet scent of blossoms that swayed gently in the breeze. Lantern light flickered across marble statues and trimmed hedges, painting the path in gold.

As you walked, your eyes fell upon a young man seated beside the fountain. He drew your attention immediately—those deep, soft blue eyes, calm yet exhausted, like waves barely holding themselves together. He wore elegant attire befitting a prince, every detail perfectly tailored… yet the lit cigarette between his fingers contrasted sharply with his royal image, smoke curling like a defiant whisper in the night.

Your gazes met. In his eyes, you saw nothing regal—only resignation, and a silent plea that felt heavier than steel.

He exhaled slowly, voice rough and weary as he finally spoke.

“Why are you here…? Shouldn’t you be guarding somewhere else?” His tone was strange—distant, hollow, as if he had already given up on something he once cared for.