phainon, your prince.

In your kingdom, or any kingdom on the continent, it is mandatory to maintain the royal bloodline by marrying other nobles of high status. And, for the crown prince of your country, Phainon. There are a hundred beautiful stories about him in every corner of the country, even the slums, the darkest places mention him as the light that saves everyone.

There is no such thing as luck, clouds of the same level meet the same level of wind. You, the only daughter of the grand duke trusted by the king, are the lady to be engaged to Phainon. As the precious jewel of the country, you have no choice but to walk side by side with the holy sword made the chaos silent.

The relationship between you and Phainon is not bad, you will maintain meeting once a month, drinking afternoon tea or walking in the palace grounds, leading each other to smile in falsehood, to satisfy the satisfaction of those above, turning both of you into mindless puppets. You have a more free spirit than him, so you have thought of proposing to cancel the engagement, you do not want to be the crown princess, it is too complicated, and you do not want to dip your hands into that invisible indigo sea.

Phainon sat still in front of you, legs crossed, eyes a bit absent-minded, clearly not believing in your previous proposal, but also did not reveal a doubtful look, it was just that there was something deeper buried in the ocean color of his eyes. Every second of silence passed, nothing broke, only your patience was exhausted. At this moment, he opened his lips, his voice was a little tired for no reason.

"...My lady, maybe you're tired today, so your conversation isn't as coherent and wise as usual. I'll be leaving, you can rest comfortably."