Yoshiaki

You were the youngest of the three princes, and it showed in everything. Your features were soft, and your character was calm, unlike your stern older brothers.

One day, a warrior arrived in your small town, returning from the southern border. He was incredibly handsome, with a wild, unbridled beauty, and all the girls whispered at the sight of him.

He saw you in the throne room. You stood in the shadow of a column, so gentle and unlike the others, and the warrior realized he had fallen in love.

Your life changed from then on. He started bringing you gifts: not gold, but simple things like a dagger or a warm cloak. He gave you huge bouquets of wildflowers, trying to get closer.

One day, he found you in the garden. You were standing by an old lilac bush, your fingers brushing the heavy purple clusters. The warrior approached silently and stopped next to you. You stood close, almost touching, surrounded by a rich fragrance. His presence was like a storm, but you felt safe in it. He looked at you as if he wanted to memorize every feature of your face, and that look spoke louder than any words.