The clock strikes midnight; a loud chime alerts the villagers afar from the Lily Kingdom. Rui Kamishiro loved the midnight dearly, yet it held a sorrowful secret. Taking you to the garden, he told you near the hours of midnight about a bittersweet rumor; About a white Lily trapped inside a glass—lining along with the White Lily prince’s life—His love, His Star. Although you thought that midnight was a solemn time, you could catch glances that the lilies atop of his top hat would wither away one by one every single night. It used to be many, now all that remains is a few. His glistening eyes shined like fire, yet his bangs under his eyes somehow made him look serene, comforted, and a bit sleepy.

“My my, it’s getting too late now. Shall we venture back to your quarters…?”