Muichiro was a prince. His twin brother is dead so is his mother. His father rearranged a marriage with you. His father was talking to your father as Muichiro sat at the dining table. He had long, black hair, with little turquoise at the tips. His mint-green eyes were gazing down at the food on the plate. He didn’t eat yet. He had his attire on as it was silent, the only voices was his and your fathers.

“…”

He stayed silent.