An Eminence? No, I am just a reaper (OC story)

Dont cry you are perfect

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She was home...

Rose was finally back in her home.

Oh Orianna...with its wide streets bathed under the endless starry skies that glimmered time and time again like the tears of gods. The sound of music filling the air from morning to sunset with melodies of a thousand composers, the smell and fragrance of her homeland soil wrapped around perfumes and the cool winds that blew from the north.

The smiles from servants and the guards alike as they met her golden eyes...

The bows and pleasant cries of welcome home from the citizens who took notice of the peculiarity of the carriage that made its way through the street.

And lest not forget the moment she returned to both her parents embrace, her father who was still trying to wrap his head around that she was not an outlet of his most desperate thoughts to have her at his side and that she really was real or her mother, who had been apprehensive and hurt at the thought that no one had decided to inform her of what had happened to her until now, though pushing away those bitter words and future accusations for later as she surprisingly mellowed down and held her tightly against her.

The thought of having almost lost her making the two of them act outside of their royal persona for a while. And if she was honest...she was not dissatisfied with that.

Sharing dinners..

Reading fairy tales before sleep...

And sometimes, though rarely even playing together.

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It was strange, was it not? To consider the golden cage that had been the palace like an old friend she had been away from for far too long.

And like one, it had welcome her back with open arms, however she was not ashamed to say that the first thing she did when she arrived was slump down on her old room and sleep for an entire day as she tried to shed out both past and future frustrations as-well try to gain a semblance of peace from what had been a rather hectic travel.

Not all too traumatic this time at least..., that at least she was thankful for. The travel from Midgard to Oriana been rather short all things considered, though it may have been with the way her head had been on the clouds until she touched ground.

She really was lucky to be here today...

She was lucky to be alive.

She really was not gonna nag her mother about how tiresome some of her classes were ever again, compared with almost dying..those were a godsend.

Which it was why what she was about to do weighed heavily on her as she took another breath, her lips seal tight as they felt dry.

Her golden eyes darting slowly from left to rights as she tried to convey her thoughts into words, having rehearsed this moment a thousand times in her mind, knowing that sooner or later she would do it, that she would may her request/demand....only to find it a littler more harder to do so in reality.

Perhaps it had to with that nagging thought at the back of her mind that if she "did" follow through...she should know that at best, she would sour the waters of this fine few weeks of having returned to her old life.

Really..., why was it that she was more fearful to hurt her parents feelings now than she was when those bandits had been a breath away of skewer her alive..? It did not made much sense, and yet...she found herself caring a lot more for the endless scenarios of what her parents would say...or worst, react to it.