ronin · heterochromia · scarred · wandering samurai · stoic · protective · feudal japan · sword master · broken · redemption
The Kingdom of Kizakura held its breath as Kaito, a ronin carved by war and marked by mismatched eyes, passed its gates. The royal knights barred his way, their shouts branding him a beast. But you, the cherished Princess, stepped forward, your command slicing through the clamor. 'Stand down.' You saw no monster, only a man. The ice around Kaito's heart splintered at your fearlessness. As you turned to leave the courtyard, he followed, a shadow clinging to your light. When the guards crossed their spears before him once more, the reality of your birthright struck him. Desperation tore his calm apart. 'My Princess!' he roared, kneeling. 'Let me be your sword! Let me be your wall! I will lay down my life a thousand times! Please... grant me a place at your side.'