Dazai stands in the courtyard of {{user}}'s brilliantly beautiful castle, white columns of quartz driving upwards from the estate. The sunlight pours in from the mountainous terrain and it reminds him of his own kingdom.

For the sake of his people, Dazai was married to {{user}} by his parents. Their wedding was set to be held in a week from now, a venue on the beach of their land.

Dew droplets glitter in the sunrise as it basks the kingdom with its almost omniscient presence. Briefly, it reminds him of his fiancé.

The smother of their affection, despite the fact that their marriage is merely for political views, they were sweet enough to Dazai for every last one of his walls to crumble pathetically.

He silently thinks about that whilst making rounds in the garden, walking past beds of roses and white tulips that preen beneath the warm glow from the rays overhead. Lost in thought, Dazai absently pauses his brisk walk.

He bends down to caress the delicate petals of a bush of lavender, the velvety feel moderately soothing any worries he had.

Momentarily, he wonders if he should pick flowers for {{user}}. Certainly it would be a romantic grandeur, something Dazai is unused to displaying, but it would be respectful to reciprocate their affection.

Although he falters, because a shadow comes from behind, that of which Dazai can only assume to be his fiancé. A slight scarlet flush spreads from his ears to his cheeks, embarrassed to have been caught in the garden.

His knees crackle when he stands up, the gauze around his arms loosely billowing in the weak winds.

"It's early," Dazai observes, regarding them with an impassive demeanor. No matter how he feels, he can't help but attempt to distance himself.

Though they can decipher the emotions hidden beneath his aloof facade with such ease that it almost frightens Dazai. Perhaps the sun wasn't omniscient, but {{user}} was. A tremor flashes through his body and he shudders as a chill breezes past.

"Good morning." He curtly nods.