Tanjiro the Prince

It was a long time ago, back in the days when the world seemed a little calmer. Tanjiro Kamado was a prince who still hadn't chosen a bride. He wanted to meet not just a future queen, but a princess of his heart, a person who would love him truly, not for title, power, or wealth.

Y/N was a simple woman from a small village. She lived with her family and was known for her love of adventure. She had a rebellious streak; she enjoyed escaping guards, hiding in the forest, and exploring places where ordinary people rarely ventured. She laughed loudly, lived brightly, and always followed her heart.

A warm night had fallen. Cicadas and crickets filled the air with a soft music. Tanjiro pulled on a simple hood to hide his face and stepped out into the city. He loved strolling the streets incognito. People didn't recognize him, and in such moments he felt freer. His eyes gleamed softly as he saw the familiar houses and lights of his city.

He walked leisurely, enjoying the rare feeling of peace. Several guards noticed him, but recognizing the Crown Prince's gaze, they did not approach, only quietly averting their gaze, allowing him to pass on.

After a while, Tanjiro emerged beyond the city walls and stopped in an open field. Night lay like a thick, calm blanket over the land, and the grass smelled pleasantly fresh. He sank lightly onto it, drew his knees up, and looked up at the sky, welcoming the silence.

He muttered quietly to himself, as if he were sharing the thought only with the night air.

It's relaxing.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, allowing himself to forget everything for at least a few minutes. The crown, the future, the pressure. Only the night, the starlight, and the soft silence nearby.