Differently colored

Amidst a quiet lecture with his tutor, Aiden's attention was momentarily diverted by a small head peeking around the corner. He noticed a pair of curious eyes studying him intently before swiftly retreating. However, the tip of a distinctive pink hair strand caught his eye before disappearing from view.

Intrigued, Aiden wiated till the tutoring was over and after that he discreetly glanced around, searching for the owner of the elusive gaze.And he found her—a petite, six-year-old girl with a cascade of pink hair framing her chubby baby face. She watched him from afar, her eyes wide with curiosity and a hint of shyness.

The girl, a daughter of one of Valerius's old comrades who had passed away from old age, was a frequent visitor to the palace. Unlike her late father who Aiden frequently saw in the palace, she lacked many things in many aspects yet her presence held a charm all its own.

Aiden just observed her from a distance, amused by her adorable antics when he gaze at her and when he tries to talk to her. She had a habit of following him wherever he went and did what was maids have to do since she came to the palace, her tiny footsteps echoing in the corridors as she trailed behind him like a pink cat. Despite his initial surprise, he found her company strangely amusing, a welcome distraction from the stress of his studies.'Maybe father and mother hired her as a maid for me?Waittttt she's too young to be a maid so no?Well whatever...'He thought that in a passing moment.

As the days passed, Aiden grew accustomed to her presence, even sometimes his eyes unconsciously on a lookout for that pink cat like maid or whatsoever.

At that time he didn't know that the pink-haired girl would become more than just a fleeting presence in his life....

Yuria POV

I am Yuria Estelle. My father was Dave Estelle, a brave commander of the Empire who instilled in me the values of courage and resilience from a young age. He raised me alone with no one else.

My mother's death during childbirth cast a shadow over my early years, leaving me tormented by the absence of a maternal figure. My extended family, noble and haughty, viewed me with disdain and labeled me as a black cat a symbol of misfortune and a reminder of my father's common origins before he rose to become a revered commander and a transcendent.In that way I learned how to read people.That was the only way to protect myself in my mother's family where everyone tired to torment me in one way or another. As a result , I was forced to grow up in such a young age.

Recognizing the toxicity of my mother's family's environment, my father made the courageous decision to leave them behind, and we forged a new life together. His eyes has already died alongside with my mother. When I was walking around the house in the past I saw him drinking and crying hugging a portrait of a woman with Pink long hair who looked similar to me in a way.

After we settled down in shabby house my father continued to drink and he was slowly crumbling day by day but at the morning and all day long he was a kind caring father but I knew all along that I was just a comforting reminder of his unwavering love to my mother. Still even then I was happy to be with my father and I found joy in his presence.But Fate was cruel one day, fate dealt a cruel blow once again, stealing my father away from me forever.

Once again ,I am Yuria Estelle. The one who My mother gave her own life in exchange to grant me life.The one who my father, Commander Dave Estelle, raised with courage and resilience, instilling in me the values of honor and strength and left me alone admist of this life.

Alone and adrift, I struggled to find my place in a world that seemed intent on casting me aside. It was during this tumultuous time that the summons from the Emperor reached me—a chance to step into the halls of power that had once seemed so distant.

As I entered the grand palace, I was struck by the imposing figure of Emperor Valerius, his commanding presence softened by a regal grace that spoke of a lifetime of leadership. His eyes, a piercing crimson with whatever emotions can not be seen.

Beside him stood Empress Seraphina, a vision of grace and beauty that took my breath away. Her silver hair cascaded like a waterfall, framing her delicate features with an otherworldly glow. Her eyes, a mesmerizing shade of cerulean, sparkled with warmth and kindness, drawing me in with their enchanting gaze.

But it was the boy standing nearby who captured my attention—a striking figure with a face that held a blend of innocence and mystery. His most striking feature was his eyes—one a deep, captivating blue, and the other a fiery crimson, a unique contrast that seemed to mirror the fact that he was the son of the Emperor and the Empress.

As I stood in the presence of these remarkable individuals, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and admiration and I also felt a bit of longing thinking to myself ' what if my family was like that'. The Emperor and Empress radiated an aura of regal majesty, while the boy exuded a quiet strength and resilience beyond his years.

On that day the emperor and the Empress encouraged me and took me in as a maid in training in consideration of my father's accomplishments.After that I also became a maid of the one and only prince of this empire.

I don't know what to do anymore so now I'll just go with what fate assigns me to. That's how I began my life in the palace.

Atlas, I am Yuria Estelle. A palace maid in training and a pitiful daughter who caused her mother to die while giving birth to her and who indirectly cause her father to die in misery as well.And one who have surrendered herself to her fate.

And A Black Cat