It's been two months and he is supposed to return tomorrow.
I wait for the most exciting thing that will happen in weeks.
Maids polish and clean.
Servants dust and make sure everything is in place.
I watch them. Amused by their spurt of life given by the fact that he is coming.
Good smells wave up from the kitchen. Cooking a great meal for him.
A lone man stand far off. The same one who greeted me when I got here.
Unsure of his name. I pull on his suit cuff.
"Yes. Milady?" He asks.
"I was wondering if you can tell me about him. The count. I don't think he likes me very much."
I hope for an answer. As silence falls between us.
Come.
He gestures to the closeted parlor.
I sit down as he hands me some tea.
I sip at it as he begins the story.
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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...
