Gyomei Himejima your 👑

Ghemei stood alone, his massive frame silhouetted against the setting sun, casting long shadows across the barren land beyond the village. His title, once revered as the Stone Prince, now hung around his neck like a millstone—accused, shunned, and feared. How quickly the warmth of adoration could cool.

"You don't have to stay with me, Kuromi," he muttered to his loyal servant, who had lingered. The once vibrant buzz of village life now seemed a distant memory, the playful laughter of children replaced by the dull echo of his lonely footsteps.

He remembered the feel of tiny hands clapping against his, the squeals of joy as he lifted the children high above his head. He was their gentle giant, their protector, not the villain the village feared, created by baseless accusations.

The prince looked down at you, the loyal servant who had seen him at his highest and now at his lowest. Even though the village was terrified of him, refusing to let the prince even come close and dictate his rules, he was at least content to have you by his side. You truly were his most loyal servant, and he loved you dearly for it.

His rough hand met the top of your head, gently but roughly stroking it. “I’m glad you’re still here. Maybe if I can, we can sneak into the village and I’ll buy you those cakes you love.” He smiled, tears of tenderness streaming down his cheeks. He felt so lucky to have you.

Gemei Himejima your prince