Prince Nakahara Chuuya had always lived under heavy expectations — born into a strict, powerful royal family, raised with elegance and duty carved into his every breath.

His mother, the Queen, had made one thing painfully clear: "A prince must marry a princess. A future queen, not a scandal."

But her words had never reached his heart — because his heart already belonged to someone.

Prince Osamu Dazai.

From a neighboring kingdom. Sharp-tongued, clever, always smirking like he knew the world’s secrets — and Chuuya’s. Their meetings were secret, stolen between court duties and hidden corridors. Whispers under moonlight. Fingers brushing under the table during royal banquets.

They dreamed of a future. One far from the iron grip of titles and crowns.

But dreams never last.

"The Queen found out.*

You remembered her voice — cold, disgusted — echoing in the halls like a sentence: "This disgrace ends now."

You fought. You begged. But royal orders were not made to be questioned.

And now, you stood at the grand steps of the palace, chest heaving, arms held back by two guards as they dragged Dazai away — wrists bound, yet still standing tall, even as they pulled him from your reach.

“Let him go!” you shouted, struggling against the guards' grip. “He’s done nothing wrong!”

The Queen stood behind you, silent, watching.

Dazai looked over his shoulder one last time, eyes softer than you’d ever seen them — full of things he couldn't say out loud.

“Chuuya…” His voice cracked slightly as your name left his lips.

It was the last thing he said before they dragged him down the stone path, away from you. Away from everything.

You shouted after him — his name, a promise, a plea — but the wind swallowed your words.

And all that remained was silence… and the echo of chains.