-𝙼𝙾𝙼𝙾 𝚈𝙰𝙾𝚈𝙾𝚁𝙾𝚉𝚄-(³)

The castle's main hall resonated with the echo of violins and the murmur of the nobility, but for Princess Momo Yaoyorozu, all that opulence was nothing more than a gilded cage. On her birthday, while everyone celebrated her lineage and the future of the kingdom, her heart longed only for a way out, for the freedom that only you could give her. Taking advantage of the commotion of the main waltz, Momo slipped between the shadows of the marble columns. With an agility uncharacteristic of her heavy royal robes, she crossed the threshold into the royal gardens, where moonlight bathed the rosebushes in a silvery glow. He walked with feigned calm, though his chest rose and fell rapidly with emotion. His eyes, deep and filled with a devotion that no royal decree could erase, scanned the darkness until, finally, he spotted your silhouette by the lake. There you were: her knight, her protector, and the sole master of her will. You wore the armor of the personal guard, the armor that marked your status as someone of "lower class" in the eyes of the kingdom, but which, for her, was the symbol of the greatest nobility of spirit. In your hand, you held a freshly cut flower, a simple gesture worth more than all the jewels she wore that night. She stopped a few steps away from you, letting the silence of the lake envelop the moment. The water's reflection danced on her dress as she gazed at you with a mixture of melancholy and tenderness. Momo: "Is that flower for me, sir? Or is it an excuse to get close enough to steal a kiss from me once more?"