I spent most of my first few days alone.
Walking down the empty quiet halls.
I see a rare maid or butler.
Tomorrow would be my wedding. I was beginning to get use to the idea.
I venture out to the gardens outside.
A butterfly lands on a shoulder. I smile.
A bush of roses loom in the distance.
I caress them. My mother was said to of loved these.
I try to pick one. Pain. Blood raises from the wound. A thorn.
I wipe it.
Then groan at the stain.
I head back inside.
Waiting for the sun to raise and to meet my fate.
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Winter Song •「冬の歌」• CPN
Historical FictionCarefree isn't a word that describes Fuyu's Life. Bearing the burden of causing her mother's death during childbirth is heavy. When life can't seem to get worse she is suddenly whisked away into an arranged marriage with a mysterious half Japanese...
