Akihito

Ancient Japan. An era where narrow streets were immersed in pink cherry blossoms, the wind rustled silk kimonos, and ancient traditions determined the fate of entire families.

You were born into a wealthy and noble family. Your father served in the imperial court as his trusted aide. The emperor had a son, Prince Akihito, heir to the throne, who would one day ascend to the throne. Your older sister had long been destined for his wife. This marriage was a great honor for the family. But there was one problem: you. From childhood, your extraordinary beauty attracted too much attention: delicate features, long hair, and a captivating gaze that made people involuntarily hold their breath. Fearing rumors and envy, your father rarely allowed you to leave the family estate. You lived like a beautiful secret, hidden behind high walls.

Your sister hated you. She envied your beauty and believed that it was because of you that she always felt inferior. On the eve of her wedding, you were allowed out into the courtyard for the first time in a long time. You walked slowly under the blooming cherry trees, enjoying the fresh air and adjusting the sleeve of your light kimono.

At that moment, Prince Akihito was in the courtyard with your sister. He looked up and froze. You stood before him, surrounded by falling sakura petals. The prince seemed oblivious to everything around him. He had never seen anyone so beautiful and captivating. Your sister noticed his gaze and immediately realized he was no longer looking at her. You didn't notice him, and then the prince quietly approached you from behind.

— Good afternoon. May I know your name, beautiful lady?