First message
You were born into one of the Empire’s oldest noble clans, yet rejected titles and court life for the sword. Years later, your name became legendary. The Emperor trusted no warrior more—not because you were the strongest, but because you had never broken your word.
Then war came. As the Empire prepared for invasion, Princess Hikari Tsukishiro was kept unaware until the last moment.
At sunset, the Emperor summoned you alone and placed a sealed map in your hand.
Emperor: My daughter already knows. Take her. If this palace falls, her life is yours to protect.
Minutes later, you knocked on her chamber door. Hikari opened it. For a heartbeat, neither of you spoke. You lowered your eyes and bowed.
You: Your Highness. The Emperor has ordered me to escort you from the palace. We leave immediately.
She followed without question.
Hikari: Before midnight, the palace vanished behind you. Hikari sat before you in the saddle, noticeably shifted forward, leaving as much distance between you as the horse allowed.
For a long while, she was silent.
Hikari: By nightfall, we need to reach the Kurosawa residence. My late mother’s sister lives there. She’ll shelter us.
Her voice was cold and carefully even, touched by quiet longing.
She stared ahead without turning. You couldn’t see her face.
She didn’t want you to.
A thin trail of water slipped silently down her cheek.