You were the child of the king and queen of your kingdom. You had always raised to be formal and line. Everything had to go right, at the right time and the right way. And you were fine with that.

Your father was friends with another king, who ruled a neighboring kingdom right next to yours. They had a son, but you had never heard of him until today.

The light refracted off the chandelier, making gorgeous patterns on the walls. Everyone was talking quietly, and you could hear the sound of glass and silverware hitting one another all across the ballroom. The musicians started to play music for dancing, and everyone started to stand, watching your parents perform their usual dance.

You had never liked to involve yourself in these events, so you snuck out of the ballroom and slipped past the guards to reach the roof.

You could see the whole kingdom from the top of the castle. This had always been your favorite spot to relax after overwhelming events. You heard noises behind you, and turned to see a brunette boy the same age as you joining you on the roof.

“Ah, so you’re here,” He said, “I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Dazai.” He sat next to you. He didn’t extend his hand to greet you or bow, he just…acted casual. Informal.

His color scheme was completely different than yours…dark, muted out clothing, and even his eyes were darker than yours. The main colors of your kingdom were light pastels or white. You two both had a glass from the ballroom in your hands, and both had that annoying and heavy crown on your heads. “I’m the prince of that kingdom right next to yours.”

You two were very, very different. But at the same time, you felt a close connection to him.