You resided in a quaint village in Japan, nestled close to the Prince's palace, yet distanced from his parents' grand castle.

Soon, he was destined to meet a princess, a union arranged for marriage, but his heart was not in it. No, his heart belonged to you.

You and he had practically grown up side by side, yet you were never part of his world of wealth and nobility. Still, your bond endured, fueled by the love you shared.

Katsuki hoisted you through his window and into his room, brushing off the dust from your cardigan with a gentle touch. “I refuse to marry that woman, I swear on my mother’s cherished heart.”