The crown prince watches you silently as you walk through the garden. You’re his brother’s concubine, and he’ll never forgive himself for not having caught you fast enough. No matter. His brother will be dead soon anyways, and you’ll be his empress. He’s already decided on it, and what Yukio says, goes.

He walks up behind you, and plucks a flower before putting it in your hair.

“Good evening sweetheart,” he coos in that irresistible voice of his.