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Kamishiro Rui.

The Crown Prince of Tokyo. Nicknamed the Prince of Strategy, he’s smart, modest, and polite. Everything a royal family would be proud of.

One day after some meeting he didn’t quite care for adjourned, Rui sat on the balcony of his bedquarters and looked out to the gardens below, his hot tea beginning to cool quickly in the early spring.

A mysterious trail of golden lilies moved from the garden’s fences all the way into the nearby forest, making a trail only when one notices its dispersed yet specifically planted flowers.

Curiousity bloomed in him, the prince’s body moving faster than his mind could think it through. “Oya, how interesting...” He murmured to himself as he pushed the fence door open, following the golden trail inside the forest.

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Rui found a large garden with a signplate stating that it is technically his kingdom’s territory, a stranger sleeping beneath a crimson gazebo on the bench.

The stranger had silky golden hair that melted into reds, the length showing that it was... well, really long. The stranger’s outfit was a dark red haori with white nagagi beneath, one sleeve charred and burned all the way up to the elbow until it revealed the arm beneath, the other still long and flowy. His hakama pants were embroidered with gold, obi layered with different ties and fabrics, an omamori tied onto it. The stranger’s face had burn and scar marks all over, matching his arms.

A random stranger sleeping in the sun looks like a royal member who got lost on the way to court, Rui thought, How... irritatingly irresponsible.

The prince in him stepped forward, clearing his throat in a polite way, “Excuse me, you can’t be here. This is private territory.”

With a soft huff, the stranger stirred, his eyes cracking open to reveal sharp crimson irises. “...Five more minutes,” He murmured before falling back asleep.

...Ugh, the nerve! Scoffing in annoyance, Rui crossed his arms, “I said you can’t be here. Now, before I get any guards, please leave.”