Masquerade

Chapter 1: The Beginning

The fallen king. Has disappeared. Without a trace.

" What a poor king. Did you hear something One whisper.

No... That's not true...

" He should have learned how to be wiser? He is timid... and naive." Another one.

No... This is not what it looks like, please let me explain...

" He should be ashamed of himself, why should he live?" And another one.

Please... Leave me alone...

He kept running and running...

Looking at what he had achieved, his now fiancée, his treasure, his castle, the king smirked. After all...

He finally succeeded. He has won. The achievements he has wanted. Has belonged to him. Once again.

" We will meet again... King Yuya." He said hugging the woman lying with him happily and satisfactorily from the window.

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In an unknown Village...

Today is a beautiful day. I woke up early in a small blue bed next to the window, which showed the sun rising. The birds were singing the houses were full of people working and talking, which raised my spirits, and smelt the fresh air.

" Good morning, Uncle!"

" Good morning!" He said as he waved his hand and continued his work.

" Good morning, Mr. Baker!"

" Good morning!" said Mr. Baker.

Happily, I quickly washed my face, brushed my teeth, combed my hair, and got dressed and I went down the stairs.

" Yukiko! Are you awake? That's early." Said Miss Maria who was getting the ingredients to get ready for the daily work.

" Don't worry, I am fine. Let me help!" I quickly ran into her lifting the flour sack.

" Thank you. Are you sure you can help with this heavy work? I have rented the other workers so you don't have to worry about it." She asked worriedly.

" Don't worry, Big Sis. After all, you are the one who has taken care of me from the injuries for about... eleven years, so, I am the one who has to help you. As gratitude, not for fun." I quickly replied as I opened the sack and used the large spoon to take out the floor.

" But that's the whole thing, you're seventeen years old and you now have to choose jobs seriously and a little wisely, not because I support you but because I think the job I am doing isn't suitable for someone like you." Miss Maria discouraged.

" Come on, sis. I may not truly be seven... or "seventeen" as you have said but it was still early for me to get ready. You have no idea how fun being a baker is. For example, they can make cake for everyone, they can smell cakes, and they can other ones, like coffee or tea." I smiled, mixing the ingredients.

" Yukiko, have your mother help you decide your future?" She asked.

" Well, not really she was so busy that she didn't always help us with this issue. But my siblings have already got theirs, so I need to make one. But because I need money I will decide later." I quickly took out the mix and made the shape of the bread as I continued.

" So you do with me because of money?" She joked.

" Nope. For my passion of cooking."

" Wow, I don't know you love cooking a lot."