Prince.. prince..

It was the only word Shoto had ever heard his entire life within these walls, everyone bowing to him even with something as simple as walking down his marble hallways.

There had only ever been one person who had grabbed his attention, Simply for the way they treated him. And that was when Shoto was a ripe age of 6.

Growing weary as his father presses him on to marry Shoto had finally sent. Sent for the one person he would ever marry.