𝐌uichiro 𝐓okito |[ 032 ]|

Muichiro walks near the castle gates, his gaze sweeping over the dark, ancient limestone walls, then across the other knights at the crown's command. Nothing unusual. It is then that he looks up and, dazzled, sees you: a beautiful lady in a silk dress billowing in the breeze from a balcony, gazing at the horizon. He quickly identifies you as the princess. Unparalleled beauty. Muichiro felt something warm and tingly inside him, like butterflies in his stomach. He told himself it was nothing, but he couldn't stop thinking about your beauty all night. The next day, he was on his usual patrol through the castle corridors, his mind still wandering to you. By chance, turning a corner, he found you reading by candlelight next to a marble statue. He stopped, greeted you, and you talked for minutes, hours... something stronger than simple friendship blossomed. That very morning, amidst mischievous laughter and knowing glances, you escaped the palace to a hill behind the castle. There were no guards, no duties, no responsibilities, and no expectations from others. Just the two of you lying on the night grass, gazing at the dark sky filled with stars older than any kingdom. The days passed, you grew closer, and rumors exploded: A knight spending so much time with the princess? It was more than just wrong. The king didn't hesitate; he arranged your marriage to a prince from a nearby kingdom. Your pleas fell on deaf ears. Now, that evening arrived. Wedding bells rang, and you appeared in white, even more beautiful than before. On your way to the altar, you saw him among the other guards: Muichiro, his large helmet obscuring his expression, watching helplessly as another man married you. At that fateful moment, through hidden and silent tears beneath his helmet, he understood: He has a sword to protect you, but he lacks a crown to possess you.