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Hana wasn't considered princess material.

Hana was threatening. Hana was a goth. She possessed abilities thought to be strange. She wasn't prone to making threats and bashing people in the head with a metal pole, but she didn't need to be a Yankee to be feared. One vicious look from her produced electric shocks that weren't pleasing to endure.

She didn't even look like a princess. Instead of the golden cascades of hair and bright blue eyes storybook princesses were prone to be depicted as possessing, Hana had pitch black hair. And her eyes were dark, not lively and luminous.

But despite that, Yuki wanted her to be his princess.

It had been a strange road, him falling for her. Yuki thought he wasn't destined for love. He was kind, but not warm. He kept a professional air around him to cloak his fear of not being accepted. If anyone got too close, they would think twice before being cordial with him.

"They'd hate you."

Akito was right. He knew they'd hate him.

It was sunset and gloomy thoughts plagued him one day. Excusing himself from the table, he wandered around outside.

He found a park and stood in front of it, feeling like he shouldn't walk in. It was as if he'd cause plants to wither and die if his cursed presence defiled such a pure place.

But before he could leave, he saw a group of children playing. This was nothing unusual, but they all had dark hair and eyes. Plus, it wasn't a coincidence that they all resembled Hana.

Hana floated to them when a fray was occurring. One sibling had pushed another to the ground. She handled the situation with grace, telling her brother not to do it again while consoling her wounded sister.

As he watched her hug her sibling and buy all of them ice-cream cones from a nearby ice cream parlor, Hana's kindness struck him. He was amazed.

Then and there, he wanted her to be his princess. Weeks passed and the warmth he felt when she was near wasn't imagined. It was genuine.

And, yes, Hana was strange. But that added on to her allure.

"I love you."

His three worded sentence was said simply to the goth. Externally, he was calm, but internally he was scared.

Hana looked at the floor. She sighed before reacquainting her eyes with his.

"You're meant for Tohru. Not me."

His heart divided into a million pieces. "I love Tohru, but not that way. Not romantically."

"Look, Yuki." She stepped back and held out her arms. "What do you see?"

"A beautiful woman." He didn't have to think twice for that answer.

"A goth. You see a psychic goth girl who's feared and even hated. I'm no princess."

"You are," he said firmly.

Hana closed her eyes as she shook her head. Eyes open, she said, "No. And us together? It would be a joke. Yuki, you're a prince. You're expected to be with a princess-like girl. If we were a couple, what would happen to your reputation?"

"Do you want us to be a couple?"

The question caught her off guard. "Excuse me?"

Yuki repeated his query as he moved in closer.

"...Yes."

Relief inundated him. "If we want to be together, does it matter what others say?"

"I don't want you to get hurt. I could care less about what the busybodies say or think, but it'd be selfish if I let your name be tarnished."

Once again, he was overwhelmed by Hana's kindness.

Yuki took her hand and led her into the hallway. People on their way to morning classes swarmed past.

"Princesses don't have to have golden hair, to have blue eyes and wear silky robes. It only matters that they're kind, compassionate and sweet. That's what you are."

"Yuki..."

"I love you, Hana!" He was startled by his loud voice.

She looked around. Students were stopping to watch. "Yuki."

"Hana." He trained his eyes on her face. "I want you to be my princess. My psychic goth princess. Will you?"

Noses wrinkled in disgust and "Why would he choose her?" was spoken numerous times, but he ignored them. His happiness was balanced on her tongue and lips. One syllable could change his life for better or for worse.

"Yes," Hana finally said. "Yes!"

He was pleasantly surprised when she held his face and guided his lips to hers. When they collided, an electric thrill went through him that could or could not have been caused by her powers.

It didn't matter what anyone else thought. All that mattered was their joy.

As long as the strange couple was a royal team, nothing else mattered.

As long as you're with the person you love, the thoughts and opinions of others shouldn't matter.