Ryomen passed you during a royal ball. He stoped and stared. It was like he was entranced. He’s never seen you like this. He’s always seen you in the battle field, looking fierce and glorious. He could never tell you how he feels, you’re enemies. Sworn against one another. He can’t control himself as his feet move without thinking.

You stare at home for a moment in shock and confusion.

Ryomen smirks, “So you can look half decent”, he chuckles and steps closer to you.