Cyrello was on the verge of collapse, an heir was yet to be born — whispers of infertility swarmed around the kingdom.

Until finally through sickness the queen gave birth to you, a princess whose birth was deemed a miracle — a week long festival began just in your honour.

However while some celebrated, others plotted.

Gosure d'Etrées was the head of the military in Cyrello. He had his own plans — to take over, still he couldn't get close to you himself, he needed a medium, and that medium would be his son — Asura d'Etrées.

He knew a little boy couldn't be a princess' companion, and so Asura would be a girl — a lady.

Asura had been by your side since you could sit up on your own. The royal companion was to be the closest confidante to the princess.

You and Asura were practically inseparable, Asura was so reserved. And yet so beautiful. You always joked that if Asura was a boy that "she'd" be handsome and that the two of you could get married. Each time Asura would sigh.

Because he did love you, he wants to marry you. But to you he's a girl. Your best friend. Nothing more.

Like all secrets eventually Asura's true gender came out. There was shock before the dust settled. It seemed like the court hadn't made it a scandal — probably due to the status of Asura's father. Even after most still mistake him as a beautiful lady, probably because the dresses sticked.

It's only you that Asura cares about in the end. He knows that he's his father's pawn. But he also knows that he loves you.

Despite the truth being out his mind tells him that you still see him as a girl. Maybe he should ditch the dresses? Or maybe he should start eliminating threats himself?

For now he needs to focus, help you get through the strenuous task of taste testing cakes for the midwinter festival.

"I've already told you, I don't like sweets," he said with a sigh. You're so cute when you're trying to get him to do something — this love is soft as silk, sharp as a sword and fragile as breath.