Royal hate to love
Naruko meets her father in the castle after many months. The one, who agreed to knights to take her.
After a while, Madara finds out about the Russian language.
Story:
Naruko looked shocked at the man, who agreed to take her to the castle, and neglected her since her mother died and got remarried and have gotten kids.
"I am so happy that you are alright..." Minato said as he fell to his knees and held her hands.
Naruko took her hand away. "What is wrong, you always liked that when you were little. Playing princess..." Minato said. "I'm even surprised, you mistaken me for your daughter with your second marriage. She likes to play princesses!" Naruko said.
"But, I quietly remember that we played princesses when you were 5." Naruko scoffed. "Really?! It's too early to have Alzheimer's! You know, I know that you don't care about me. You need help, right?" Naruko asks.
Minato looked happy. "Y-yes! I knew that you will help us Naruko, we have a hard time-" "Hard time? I heard from someone, that my home is having a good time. Nothing serious." Naruko said with a smirk as she walked away from Minato.
" How can you...." Minato mumbled. Before he stood up. "How can you be heartless?!" He shouted as he was attacking Naruko.
"Knights!" Naruko held her hands on her head and called the kights. As Minato held his hands on Naruko's hair, a knight came inside the room and took Minato away.
"Let me go! I-I am Lady Naruko's father!" Minato shouted. Naruko looked at two knights taking Minato and sat on the couch.
'Geez, after many years....' Naruko thought.
Madara's office
'Hm, in Katerina's book standing unfamiliar letters and alphabets.' Madara thought as he was looking through the pages of Katerina's journal.
Madara sighed and stood up from his place and looked around the shelves. He then found an old scroll. 'Seems like it was in my great-great-grandfather rule.' Madara thought as he took the scroll.
He then took off the rope that held the paper and looked inside. It was a map.
'Ah, Russia. It did disappear after the war...' Madara thought as he took the rope. Then his eyes widen with realization.
'Hold on, can it be?' Madara walked to his place and opened the journal. 'Katrina and Naruko are Russian?!' He thought.
A/n
So, good news. Tomorrow I will return to Norway and post more stories! Have a good day now.
