I woke late.
Tears crystallized in my eyes.
What had I dreamed about?
A little girl. And. A little boy. Brown hair. His face was so blurry.
They were playing.
A voice called out.
The boy waved goodbye and ran off.
The girl only rose her hand.
I don't recognize them.
I wipe the tears and ring for the maid.
She does my hair. I pay little attention.
Instead. I stare at the girl in the mirror.
She looks so confident. So pretty. Nothing that I could amount to.
I change and wander to the library.
Tanaka comes out. Bows.
"Milady, Your father is coming to visit tomorrow,"
With that he leaves me. At the door.
Father was going to come!
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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...
