As I sit facing my reflection.
My mirror rests on the dresser.
Black raven hair. Pale skin.
Delicate features. Many back home said I looked like a little doll.
I don't remember mother. Mostly.
I remember her voice.
I am told that I look like her. All her features.
I don't have anything from my father.
They said I looked exotic. Like a geisha when I was older.
I didn't believe them.
All I wanted to do was fit in.
Father would tell me on how he met mother. And that she had someone she wanted me to marry.
And it was the count.
But why?
Why?
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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...
