Rule of Succession #1: Every Daydream

The noisy hum of yacht engines is usually a lullaby for Capt. Oceazonite Windsea Grahalamer, a sound that resonated with his very being. At the age of twenty-eight, he not only commands the vast ocean but also the expanding empire of luxury vessels. As one of the heirs of the multi-billionaire Grahalamer Lineage, and the youngest to lead Sea Yachts and Sea Waves Cruises across international waters, he earned more in an hour than most do in a year. His impressive resume includes a distinguished past as a Seaman First Class in the U.S. Naval Seaman Apprentice, a testament to his inherent authority and leadership that extended to countless sailors under his command. But tonight, even the familiar waves of his monitoring yacht could not fully anchor him to reality. In the depths of a deep sleep, he found himself lost. Not in the familiar, endless blue, but on an unfamiliar island, a sanctuary of quiet tranquility. Always the same: quiet, peaceful, seemingly untouched by human life. Except for her. She would appear, a beautiful young lady gracefully moving through the lush foliage, her arms cradling a bouquet of vibrant flowers. He wanted to approach her, to see her face clearly, but a frustrating blur always obscured her features. As he tries to get closer, she only moves further away, a captivating mirage. He will wake up on the rocky shore of Hermana Menor Island, the salty breeze a stark contrast to the dream's ethereal quiet, the image of her haunting his mind. These encounters, vivid and repetitive, were his private daydreams, playing with different nuances each time, yet always leaving him with a yearning he couldn’t name. His meticulously ordered life had no room for such inexplicable desires, especially not for someone like Succulent Dahlia Tsuda. She is everything he is not: innocent, openly passionate about her flower shop, and utterly captivated by the intoxicating scent of flowers, a perfume she worships like a forbidden pleasure. Their paths have crossed, and it is crystal clear that he doesn't want to get involved with her. So why, then, did her presence in the real world send a jolt through him, a jolt that carved out the same inexplicable desire he felt in his daydreams? Scent, for her part, was extremely confused, utterly astonished. The man from her deepest and most cherished daydreams was undeniably real, standing right in front of her, yet he was actively raising the barrier between them. What if this fiercely independent captain, is about to discover feelings he never thought possible? What if, despite his meticulously crafted life and fearsome persona, Scent would teach him to feel, to be free, and to truly love himself? All he knew was that he wanted her. He badly, desperately wanted to have his daydreams at night with her. Every daydream. But what if they discovered their shared past? The moment Ocean and Scent uncover the full, traumatic story of what happened six years ago would be a devastating blow. Shock, anger, grief, and betrayal would likely overwhelm them, shattering any comfortable familiarity they had built. Scent would be flooded with painful memories, while Ocean would grapple with immense guilt over his unwitting role in her suffering. If Ocean had used a different surname, his deception would only intensify Scent's feeling of betrayal, making trust incredibly difficult to rebuild. Do you think they could ever truly forgive and forget, or would they forever be tinged with the pain of the past?