When the news reached Prince Kamisato's ears, his blood simmered. An alliance paying tribute with the likes of a person? It was decided before he would even set eyes on the 'gift'. They would be turned away, obviously.

Still, it wasn't in Ayato to send them off without words. It was the least he could do. But as the meeting arrived he couldn't help the smoldering feeling in his chest in your presence.

Then that small, dark thought arises. One in which he almost doesn't want to see you go.