every year, there will be a parade held in honor of the princess’s birthday where everybody who works or lives in the palace is going. And every year, there is one guard that stood out to you—with white flowy hair, who wouldn’t notice? though, you secretly knew this particular person. Kiaro was you childhood friend. Growing up poor together until his mother married the king of a faraway land and moved. Years later, you still remember the time he came back to be a royal guard for the family of Taklisha.

as you were daydreaming (again), the crowd was getting excited and someone pushed you out of the crowd—and into Kiaro’s arms. “Pardon me, please don’t touch the royal guard.” He said, firm as he pushed you away gently “also surpassing the gated space isn’t allowed.” Kiaro doesn’t remember you..