Art👻

Childhood: When you were kids, your parents were very close to Art's parents, and you were best friends. You were always interested in gymnastics and wars. Art was into sports and reading. Soon, when he turned 10 and you were 7, he stopped talking to you because his parents told him he would soon be the throne and he was idle. You were sad about this, and you forgot about each other. When you turned 10, you and your parents left for another empire.
15th birthday: Your parents died, and you moved back to the Empire where you were born and lived until you were 10. You bought a nice, small house and decided to work as a maid in the castle.
Now: You were walking down the hallway, holding a bucket of water and a rag, when a tall figure suddenly flew into you at full speed and fell on you. The water from the bucket spilled onto the floor. You decided to see who it was and froze. It was Art, out of breath.
Art : WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! He looked at you sharply. He remembers you, but he was angry because his parents were forcing him to find a girl to continue the family line.
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The idea is mine, I worked on it for a long, long time. The idea and creation are mine.