Hi everyone! I would just like to put out there that Rin isn't sexist, merely "conservative", if you will. She just prefers to kick butt in high heels and a dress, but that doesn't mean that she's not powerful. We'll get to see more of Rin's immense strength pretty soon though~
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???'s Perspective
"My lord," a youthful voice called, bursting through the door. "here are the documents I salvaged from her office."
"This is enough," I smiled, looking at the enormous pile of papers. "You may go take a break now, Thoma."
"Alright," Thoma replied, closing the door. "I'll be in the kitchen if you need anything, my lord."
After he left, I lifted the first paper from the pile, preparing myself to file through the entire stack.
There were thousands of letters addressed to Shogunate officials but never delivered, and her elaborate, flawless handwriting was as familiar as ever. There were torn-out pages of light novels she had borrowed from Guuji Yae but never returned, and little notes she had taped to an old courtesy book. She used to be obsessed with that kind of thing, elegance and ladylike etiquette and whatnot.
I suddenly caught sight of a letter covered in faded ink, so the contents were hardly legible. There were tons of places where she had messed up and scratched out her writing. Ignoring those mistakes, I read through the text.
"Dear Brother,
Are you coming home soon? I . . . cooking your favorite shrimp tempura . . . you like . . . don't you? I made all this . . . if you don't . . . all . . . go to waste. Please come home. I like it when . . . home . . . must be important if . . . isn't home."
And the rest of the paper was blank.
Huh. She never finished it.
Was there anything I could've done for you, my dear sister?
Maybe if I had come home sooner, I could've stopped you from going, right?
I turned over the letter, my eyes widening.
"I love you, Ayato, my dear brother. I will love you always."
It took me a moment to register those words.
I buried my face in my hands, but I couldn't stop myself.
A tear trickled down my cheek, landing on the parchment, then another, and another.
I'm so stupid.
I'm so stupid.
If only . . . I had known that.
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I turned the light of my vanity on, removing the pearl boutonniere pins from my hair and letting my curls fall loosely.
After the dinner, I was directed to a spare room on the fourth floor that I would be situated in until a more suitable residence was constructed.
I opened the wardrobe, selecting a pale yellow day dress with a square-shaped collar and draping sleeves that stopped mid-forearm. Chiffon ruffles were sewn onto the tea-length hem, while a minuscule floral pattern dotted the skirt with tiny daisies and wildflowers. I fastened a pair of cream-colored Mary Janes over my stockings, discreetly tucking a tanto knife into my thigh holster, just as a precaution.
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𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜'𝙨 𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙬 // scaramouche x oc
Fanfiction--DISCONTINUED-- As the former heiress of the Yashiro Commission, Rin's past in Inazuma is . . . complex, to say the least. She was the true Shirasagi Himegimi, before her sister, Ayaka, took over that role in her stead. But when she left the nation...
