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my job as the king and queens daughter is to keep the legacy thriving. train your whole life to take over being a queen, marry a wealthy king, and procreate.
you might think "seems easy enough" but you couldn't have been more wrong.
the pressure to be perfect. smiling for a crowd of people that only bow down for you because of your wealth and body. fucking cruel. imagine, as soon as you come from your mothers womb, you are expected to grow up to be the queen that protects, that always has a smile on, no matter if its fake.
always striving to be perfect, to appeal to others, living up to their expectation of "perfect"
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THE L/N FAMILY CASTLE, TOKYO JAPAN
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i ran as fast as a could out of the castle, tears streaming down my face. i could faintly hear my mother calling me as a ran into the woods. i had just got news that my fathers condition had gotten far more worse than before, and that he might not last any longer to fulfil is duty as a king.
i didn't care about the fact that he wouldn't be able to sit on that damn throne, i cared more about if my fathers health was okay, and if he was even gonna make it. after some time of running through the forest, i found a large tree and sat by it.
i sighed, wiping the tears from my eyes and resting my head on my knees. i heard rustling from behind me and i shot my head up, looking around. "hello? anyone there?" i asked "you better come out here!" i exclaimed, getting up and pulling the pocket knife that was in the makeshift pocket i made on my dress.
i saw someone emerge from the shadows with their hands up a cloak on. "take of the cloak." i demanded, gripping the knife tighter. as the person moved there hands up to take of the cloak, i tried to contain my breath to ground myself if the person tried to do something.
the person took of the cloak to reveal a man with white hair and red eyes. he had scars and bruises on his face and arms. he looked extremally tired, and in pain.
"look i'm not going to-" he said, trying to walk closer with his hand out, but i held onto the knife "stay right there! don't. fucking. move." i glared at him "why are you and why are you here?"
the man sighed "i'm tomura, and i'm just trying to find somewhere to stay..." he moved his hand from his waist to show a blood spot on his shirt. i lowered the knife, still holding it firm in my hand as i walked closer towards tomura. "how...did this happen?" i questioned "got into a fight, the guy pulled a gun outta nowhere n' shot me"
i looked at him and back at the wound, reaching out my hand before stopping "can i?" i asked, he nodded, smiling a bit at me. i touched the wound softly, hearing a soft wince from tomura. i stopped, looking up at him with concern "you okay?" i asked, furrowing my eyebrows and giving him a worried look.
"yeah, just gotta sit down" he limped over to the tree i was sitting at, grabbing his wound as he sat down and sighed. "uhm...i'll be right back, i'm gonna get some things to help stop the bleeding and disinfect the wound" i said. he nodded at me, resting his head on the tree and looking up.
i ran towards the castle, being as quiet as a could so no one knew i was there. i quickly ran up the stairs towards my room and grabbed the medical kit from under my bed, peeping my head out the door before running back out. i heard mild footsteps increasing with every step that were approaching my way. i panicked, finding a spot to hide.
i hid in a small closet, and when the persons footsteps weren't heard, i ran towards the back door and back into the woods.
tomura was still in the same spot as before. yet all the pain he was in, he was still calm, his chest moving with every steady breath he took. he noticed my presence, looking over at me and mildly smiling as he sat up a bit.
i smiled back at him, kneeling down and grabbing the alcohol from the kit. "i'm gonna need you to uh..." i stuttered "remove your s-shirt.... so i can clean the wound of course!" i smiled nervously. i noticed his face had a tint of red as he removed his shirt to reveal more scars.
i put the alcohol on the cotton swab and looked at him "this is gonna hurt a bit, okay?" i said, he nodded at me, sighing. "you can hold onto me if you want" i smiled a warm smile at him. he smiled back at me, and sat up a bit, grabbing onto my thigh "this okay?" he asked, i smiled at him and nodded before putting the cotton swab on his wound.
his grip on my thigh tightened as he winced in pain "shit...fuckin' hurts..." he sighed, loosening his grip when i removed the cotton swab. "i'm sorry...." i said "no no! your okay..." he assured, looking down at the ground.
i wrapped his wound up and got all my stuff together "well...i gotta go now" i smiled. i helped him up and he smiled back at me "thank you ms.....?" "y/n, just y/n" i giggled. he chuckled and softly grabbed my hand, kissing it before smirking at me. "i'll see you soon, y/n?" he asked.
"if ya don't come outta nowhere and scare me to death, why not" i teased.
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