Fake Smile ~ Ch4

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¤ (Y/n)'s Point Of View ¤

¤ The Next Day ¤

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Good afternoon, Murashi-San!" I greeted happily from my seat behind my desk. I was currently practicing my embroidery, I had put aside my small project for the time being in favor Hinamori because my mother thought it would be nice to create something handmade for my sisters birthday ceremony in a fortnight. During this time for such an important task, nobody was to interrupt me unless it was the doctor who was exactly who just walked into the room.

The man wore a forced smile on his face, seeming guilty for a reason that I didn't understand and by the fact he hadn't greeted me back made me realise that there was something he needed to tell me. Was it my heart? Was I finally to die soon?

"Good evening Princess, I've come to inform you that the Emperor and Empress have left me and Head Guard Gojo in charge of your wellbeing while they are away on their trip-" His announcement was cut short by me as I turned and looked at the man with pure confusion. Murashi thought by speaking fast that I wouldn't pick up on what it was he was actually telling me- but it didn't work.

"Trip? What trip?" I asked him with furrowed brows, now dropping all of my embroidery tools without a care. The doctor visibly paled, clearly not knowing how to explain that I had purposefully been left behind. Honestly, he didn't really need to explain it. I had a gut feeling yesterday that they were going on a trip soon. I guess I just had blind faith in fact they promised to take me with them this time, not realising their promise was a total lie.

"The rest of your family have left around an hour ago to visit the Emperor's brother who had invited your family for a weeks long vacation." The doctor finally explained, standing infront of me whilst seeming to look uncomfortable. My look of confusion changed within that moment and turned to one of surrow and disappointment. So they really have left me behind...again.

"Your parents as usual have thought it best to not put you through the tiresome process of travel." Murashi continued, breaking eye contact with me to look at the floor instead. I could tell he felt guilty as he explained the situation to me, not knowing how to really put it lightly. Even though I was clearly upset at his announcement, I wasn't at all suprised. This would now be the sixth time they had left me at the castle as they went on a family trip, claiming that the next time would be the time they would take me. By now, I have learned those were empty promises.

"I see." I said simply, gulping and attempting to hide my true emotions from the doctor. I cleared my throught and began to pack my supplies into their designated drawers in my desk, no longer in the mood to sew.
"I wish to be alone now, if that's alright with you." I told the doctor who just nodded with a guilty expression before turning on his heel and walking out of the room.

Murashi closed the door gently behind him and the moment he did was the moment I finally let myself shed a tear. But the tear I allowed myself to shed turned into a several and soon enough I had a runny nose and began exposing my crying to those outside by sniffling loudly. As I tried to to wipe my tears away, I could hear Toru outside arguing with the doctor.

Toru seemed to want to come in. most likely to comfort me but he was being stopped by the doctor who insisted I wanted to be alone. I respected Toru's need to comfort me. He's been like the big brother figure that I never had. He treated me with both respect and care. I really valued him as not only my guard but as my only companion in this castle.

With a nod of encouragement, I forced myself to stop crying and began to forcefully wipe my tears away with them successfully not returning. It always hurt me when I was left out of family trips just because of my weak heart. I didn't understand how my heart could possibly get any worse by me just sitting on a carriage, waiting to arrive somewhere spectacular.

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