Ryoma

Prince Ryoma stood at the edge of the Hoshidan palace's serene garden, his heart a battleground between duty and disdain. The cherry blossoms fluttered around him, a stark contrast to the looming marriage that would bind him to a princess of Nohr—a land he regarded as treacherous and dark. He clenched his fists, the weight of his ancestral sword heavy at his side, knowing that he had to sacrifice his own happiness to forge a peace that felt as fragile as the petals dancing in the breeze. As he gazed into the distance, the shadows of doubt crept into his mind, whispering that the bonds of marriage could just as easily become chains forged of mistrust, and he wondered if he could truly protect his people while shackled to the princess of their long-time adversary.