It was a warm summer day, a slight breeze gently rustled the green spring leaves that grew in the large trees around Konoha. That was the day you first laid eyes on Neji Hyuga, the day you decided exactly who you would marry when you grew older. At the time you were only three years old and he, being roughly a year older than yourself, was four. You remembered the day vividly, he fought to keep his long chocolate-brown hair out of his face while you stood there with wide eyes as your own (h/c) hair, being short but not enough to make you look like a boy, swayed gently in the breeze. The only thing about you that reminded others of you're status as a princess and heir to the throne of the Land of (f/w) was your exquisite kimono.
"Neji, this is (your name), she is the princess of the land of (f/w). Someday you will fight to win her hand in marriage." The royal advisor, a rather dull man named Mushu, explained to him, his lavender eyes widening slightly in awe as he looked you over with a confused expression.
"Um... Hello." He said, barely audible, wringing his hands and glancing down at the ground sheepishly.
"Hi," you giggled, flashing him a beeping smile before reaching out and tugging lightly on his sleeve, "Wanna show me where to catch butterflies?" He raised his head and lavender met (e/c). With a glance toward his father, who gave a nod of approval, he reached out and grasped your delicate hand in his own.
"Sure." He replied, a smile finally appearing on is face, before he tightened his grasp on your small hand and lead you off to a garden full of flowers inside the Hyuga compound.