Accost Splendora ❷ C-11_107 Under The Peach Tree
Book By Ryan T.S
Chapter 11
Page 107- _Frosted Mirage_
Sakae.... _I suppose those bespectacled elevated brows require an explanation. Well then, i see using my commoner tongue once more is of essence. Get ready to be amazed, first shock of the day...., i'm a cousin to the imperial family! Or more clearer, my mother is none other than the emperor's sister. I'm pretty sure you're unable to understand so i'll elaborate. Imperial children are not acquainted with normies to avoid identity blow ups, but there's an exception to certain biological kin. Within the former generation royal family resides an older sister, my mom, and beloved young brother, Lord Aya, as the only directly linked and remaining Ohshiba adults in existence. Therefore, me being the only daughter and child of my mother, concludes the fact of being your only cousin._
As prophesied or perhaps sarcastically predicted by Sasaki, the whole room gasped, exceptionally loud from three confounded princes. Unbearable ambivalence slashing his whole, Kisami toiled efforts at an offensive remark, freezing seconds later to one exasperating villainous cheekbone.
Sakae.... _Don't dear, you might regret that. Allow me to reveal my perfect master plan, now flawed thanks to your clever friend there._
Weary faces shone to a glint, thankful for ready-made answers. What would happen afterwards?, none took the time to think about such luxurious thoughts. And even if they did, what could they have possibly done to stop nationwide news?
Sakae.... _Time for a long tale, you might wanna sit down miss Haruno_
*FLASHBACK*
Sakae's Pov (_Point of view_)
For as long as i can remember, i've been the epitome of a perfect daughter. Not because i wanted to, but because i had to.
Taught to wear proper fashion trends, noble-fitting etiquette, aristocratic eloquence since 3. Wishy-washy desires were far off the table. Homeschooling was the only option, everything chosen and done for me, even my own friends. The I lacking a companion or family, unwillingly accepted life as a perfectionist from an unbelievably young age. Thanks to that front, i received a stunning visit several months back.
Dark clouds clad a hazy zigzagging sky, shot by tiny flakes of cold crystals. Like every other day, i scurried downstairs, flutter sleeves shaking as i rushed to settle on time. One loud bang, and my bare feet tiptoed over the smooth carpet, across the lounge teeming of mid-century brown couches, and straight to our cerise door.
'Ms Gretchen the tutor is here!," i excitedly thought, whimsically twisting the golden knob.
To Be Continued......