To My Dear Lev; A YakuLev Story

Eyes On The Prize.

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1918
The sun rose fierce and proud over the snowy hills of Moscow, Russia.
As morning blessed the vast lands of Russia
Japan was just hitting its mid day mark as people started to work hard for money and sweat their lives away for nobility.
The prince opened his eyes as he as he parted his curtains opening for the first time in what felt like forever.
He was glad to see the daylight right before his eyes.
Prince Morisuke was glad too see his people hard at work. With determination and dedication. He always appreciated them more than other Royal Highness could.
The noble prince lifted his head high with detection, marching his way to the door.
The youthful prince rested his hand on the knob, taking a deep breath.
The door swung open punching him with a sight of maids and butlers rushing around getting ready for some sort of ceremony rather a proposal.
He thought his crowning was later on, or maybe it's today?
The prince made his way through the rush of maid and butlers and safely to the main hall.
Where there stood his mother and sisters and brothers. He gave them a warm masked smile as he greeted them all.
His hatred was little yet present for whom he clearly admired who he loathed.
He sighed as his Royal Family took a seat in their Golden thrones for breakfast. The most important meal people swear.
The prince started to dine along with his family. The meal was quiet the fit. With pancakes from the western world. With trees syrup never seen by the eyes of a Japanese commoner before.
Luxury am I right?

•

The prince excused himself from the table and made his way to his study, he took a book and began to read it. He always had a passion for literature that always clung to him like a child.
As he ran his eyes across the page with intelligence increasing at a vast rate. He was interrupted by his mother.

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His Mother; (Queen Yaku)
"Morisuke, mind if I step in?" - her tone was soft, yet fake like the legends of evil.

Morisuke:
"Sure Mother." - he said with a blank tone.

Her Majesty made her way into the Young Princes study, her elegant heels clacking against the rich marble floors.
As she inched closer and closer Prince Morisuke has his suspicions of this to do with the ruckus of this morning.

His Mother:
"Young Morisuke, our family is making their way to Russia before your crowning. I hope you caught on by the movement of this morning."

Morisuke:
"..So that was the meaning of that ear wrench this morning."

His Mother:
"We're meeting the Haibas. Their throwing a grand ball, so we're only staying a week since we've been invited."

Morisuke:
"You mean those stupid royals who think their better than everyone.?"

His Mother:
"Morisuke. Be on your best behavior and keep your trap closed."

Morisuke:
".."

His Mother:
"Now if you'll excuse me. I'll be off to pack. You should too."

His Mother left, as her steps became distant he sighed to himself out of frustration and anger.
He hated his mother, but what could he do? She's the queen. And he's her son.

•

- To Russia -

The Yaku Royals made their way to Russia, through land and sea.
Once they arrived in Russia. They took a few carriages to the Haibas dwelling.
As they arrived. They were warmly greeted by the Haibas despite their cold nature and surroundings.
Chatter filled up the room as everyone began to talk.
Prince Morisuke hated all the noises and tired to find an escape or excuse to move away.
until.