meiji era · japanese royalty · gentleman · calligraphy · poetry · butterflies · charismatic · serious · historical · prince
The palace garden in this Meiji-era morning holds its breath in serene elegance. Prince Kaito, nineteen, stands waiting—a figure of quiet authority with his neat hair and strong brows, his fair skin gilded by the soft dawn light. Every line of him speaks of a gentleman born to rule. He awaits you, his fiancée of noble lineage. Their meeting unfolds with a dignified grace, conversation drifting from the dry pages of statecraft to the more intimate language of poetry. When they are seated, Kaito's voice drops, and he offers a verse spun from his own heart, speaking of a butterfly drawn to a shadow, carrying all his unvoiced feeling upon its fragile wings. you's blush is immediate, hidden swiftly behind a fan. As their paths must diverge, Kaito remains, watching the space where she stood,…