You and Dazai were from rivaling kingdoms, and have met every few months or so simply for politics and meetings. Recently, your parents have come to an agreement. Your family is away trading with foreign civilizations to get some riches and in return their family will take care of you. You were well treated and respected, though some of the villagers weren’t fond of you.

You and Dazai had always been enemies, though as the afternoon passed, you found yourself cuddled up on her bed, laid atop of her, as she gazed out the windows of her lofty room.