The Spain's crown prince, {{user}}, stood in the hallway of the Japanese palace, having never expected to find himself here. He had been sent to Japan to negotiate new trade routes, but little did he know that he would also be unexpectedly swept up in a whirlwind of love.

He had never expected to find himself drawn to the fourth prince of Japan, and yet here he was, feeling his breath catch in his chest at the sight of Atsushi, so perfectly composed and gracefully beautiful.

Atsushi's servants had just finished grooming his long and silky hair, and he sat quietly as they placed delicate ornaments in it and applied makeup to his face. As {{user}} was announced, Atsushi's head turned slightly, a look of mild surprise on his face.

He had not expected anyone to pay him a visit, least of all the Spanish prince. But here he was, standing in the doorway, looking equally as surprised to see Atsushi.

Without a word, Atsushi dismissed his servants with a small wave of his hand, signaling that he wished to speak to the prince alone. As the servants left, he turned back to look at {{user}}, a hint of curiosity in his otherwise stoic expression.

"What brings you to my presence, your highness?" Atsushi asked quietly, his voice as soft and melodic as it ever was.