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( WHO DID THIS TO YOU? )
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"Who did this to you, my dear?" Gently, Tzuyu's fingers stroked her lover's cheek, who winced thanks to the scratches. "I'm sorry, my love." Light as a feather, Tzuyu's lips landed on YN's forehead in apology. The woman sighed heavily, not knowing where to start. "Tell me who it was, please."
It was a slap in the face when YN returned from her little trip. Full of apprehension about the attack, which took the form of bleeding scratches on her face to a badly injured arm, she was met and tended to by all the maids. It had taken minutes for the cruel news to be directed to the rightful queen Tzuyu - her beloved wife returned from her ride smeared in blood.
The blood that kept the brunette's body alive boiled. Unbridled anger clawed its way into the young ruler's heart, causing a squad to be assembled and set off, on the lookout for possible attackers. Likewise, the queen called her faithful right hand Felix to her to get a report on all the employees. Whether anyone had left the royal garden, how long their stay was outside walls. Tzuyu had hopes of drawing a circle of culprits. Hell, whoever had done such a thing to YN would not see the light tomorrow. Tomorrow or whenever she finally had certainty about this anonymous criminal.
Tzuyu would take care of it single-handedly; letting the anger and hatred that was eating away at her heart take over.
As quickly as she could, she had retreated to her chamber with YN, her beloved princess (at least that's what Tzuyu always called her), and tried to get some information. She feared bad things; for fear crept behind YN's irises. Someone related? Someone she was close to? It could be anyone.
"I... It's hard to say, Tzuyu...", YN huffed as she kneaded her hands nervously. Tzuyu knew this habit well enough. Always, before the next hammer of words would come flying around her ears, she did. New steel occupied Tzuyu's heart to be prepared. No matter who it might be, she was prepared for the response.
"Slow down. Would it be easier to write it down, huh?" When Tzuyu looked at her princess, her heart felt lighter. Not as if it were tainted by anger and hatred, by dark desires and lusts she harbored toward those who harmed a hair on YN's head. Oh, how much she desired this woman. Would it still be enough to say she was obsessed with YN?
The best minutes were found in the periods of time when the two were together. Even when they were just lying in bed together, Tzuyu gently pulling YN to her chest and stroking her soft hair. When Tzuyu could breathe in her sweet scent. When they enjoyed breakfast together in bed and YN (who was the younger of the two), teased Tzuyu with her age.
"Need help with dinner, grandma?" she would ask with a cheeky grin, holding the chopsticks ready to feed the older one. There was only a two-year difference, but YN took every chance she got to raise Tzuyu with her age. Someday could always be found.
After breakfast, YN would think out loud about her dress for the day - Tzuyu would comment on each choice and offer to help get dressed. In none of the 6 years they'd already lived together in this castle had a maiden been allowed to help YN when it came to such vanities. From the beginning, Tzuyu, the owner of the castle, had taken on this task. When the YN had put on the dress and tied all the bows (dressing was sometimes an elaborate procedure), YN would sit on an armchair in front of the window and look out on garden that looked glazed by the radiant light as if by gold. Tzuyu would stand behind the younger one and ask, "Do you have a desired hairstyle?" while she had a brush already in her hand and next to her, on the small glass table, there were already any accessories lying around for her hand.
Often YN would answer with a simple "No" and just barely slide behind, "Just do what you want."
"Writing would be quite pleasant," YN muttered, and Tzuyu immediately whirled around to find paper and pen. "Trust me, you don't even want to know what I'd do once I got my hands on that motherfucker." As soon as she saw a pad of paper, she rudely snatched it off the table, causing several other items to fall to the floor. Tzuyu didn't care one bit; at least until YN coveted it. She would post guards herself, for a little daisy.
"Here you go, Princess." Gently, she handed YN the paper block before picking out a pen in YN's favorite color. Even the bed they shared wrapped itself in a play of colors, which YN loved so much.
While YN scribbled down the name with shaky hands (she wished she wasn't even in the place to witness the reaction), Tzuyu settled down next to YN and leaned against her shoulder while her irises cheekily peeked at the sheet.
