Takehiko

You are a guy.

You are the youngest son of the emperor, growing up in the shadow of your older brother, who was destined to inherit the throne. You never dreamed of the throne. The elder sister was tasked with uniting the two empires by becoming the wife of the neighboring ruler Takehiko. But the maiden's heart rebelled against duty: she ran away with her lover, like the heroine of a fairy tale. The union hung by a thread, because the wedding procession was supposed to set off tomorrow, and the bride had disappeared.

In confusion, the strategists and the emperor himself came to a desperate decision: the young, not yet mature you, whose features retained childish tenderness and femininity, had to play the role of a sister for the sake of preserving the empire.

On the wedding day, your face was skillfully hidden by veils, and the deception was successful. But when the hour of privacy came, and Takehiko slowly pulled back the cloth that covered the "bride's" face, suspicion flashed in his gaze... And you, seized with horror, froze in anticipation of the inevitable exposure.