Lavishing

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A light breeze blew through your hair, a calm sensation spreading across the open field. A dull look was etched into your eyes, though nobody took mind to it. Sometimes you wonder, what would have changed? What would have changed, if you were someone like a princess? A Lord's daughter, or anything better than..this? Though, you knew you had it better than some, it was a thought that raged within your subconscious, wriggling its way into your main processing of your mind. It irritated you, that you could act so selfish when you knew you had more than many. There was no birds chirping, or any particular sound in this area. Maybe that's why you marveled it other than most places in this jam-packed kingdom. You let a sigh escape your lips as you stared into the green horizon, that eventually melted into a thick, tree and shrub infested forest, with a narrow dust pathway that branched into the kingdom that you loved, but also despised with all of your well-being. 

"How do you even tolerate this?" you bristled, stumbling slightly. The man snorted, watching you as you almost tripped. He let out a light laugh, which made you scowl in distaste.

"Who even are you?" you grumbled, turning to meet his gaze. You were met with two emotions; regret and exhilaration. His eyes were a beautiful violet, though they melted into a soft yellow. They were truly alluring, you thought. The regret was because you knew at the moment you set your own [color] eyes in his abnormally-colored ones, that you would be absolutely enthralled in them. Though there was a flaw, he seemed to be stuck in yours for a moment as well. He snapped out of his daze quickly though, taking your mental distance with it. Your gaze sharpened once more, making you clear your throat. You then fell on his forest-green tresses, though you could tear your eyes off of them with mere disinterest. Without another thought, you sighed.

"Prince Igarashi." you said dryly, attempting a half-assed bow. "What do I owe the pleasure to lay my eyes on such irreplaceable beauty?" you were being sarcastic, and you let him know it. Your voice dripped with a certain tone that transmitted one emotion: disenterest. Yeah, you knew he was the prince, but you honestly didn't care about status in this specific moment, since he completely wrecked your alone time. The greenette rose a thin, on fleek brow.
"You do know of my status, correct?" he talked slowly and calmly, as if you had no type of advanced education that was bear your level. You felt a small spark of anger flare up inside you, glossing your eyes in irritation.
"Do you need me to repeat my introduction, O-sama?" you drawled, your eyes drooping slightly.  The Yuusuke's eyes twitched in a slight annoyance, though he still held a tight-lipped smile. Suddenly, you felt as if awareness slapped you in the face harshly, brutally reminding you that one: this man could execute you for the pettiest reasons, and two? He wasn't even being that repulsive, but you were being highly disrespectful. I guess you could say you were royally (pun intended,) screwed. You inhaled sharply, squinting slightly. You did your second attempt at bowing, muttering vigorous apologies under your breath. You saw him as either of the two sides: enemy or ally, none of the in-between. Though it irritated you to even think of it, this man was superior to you in all ways. Status, physical mass, and hell, even looks. You assume that Igarashi caught you sizing him up, and he let out an airy breath.
"Don't worry, I won't use my status and power against you."
That's what they all say, prior to them requesting a noose with my name engraved it.
"Of course," you bit your tongue, insults and your overall instinct being brushed off, attempting not to weave a tapestry of obscenities at him. The prince, to your displeasure, seemed to look through your respectful attitude that was scraped together last second, through grit smiles and faltering determination. Igarashi sighed. "Speak your mind."
"I enjoy my head in its rightful place, thank you." you replied in a slightly deadpanned voice, though you tried to add respect in your tone.
That mission, as you might of expected, failed miserably. You were just a naturally disrespectful person, no matter who you were talking to. You weren't raised with a mothers love, you see. Your mother died shortly after childbirth from blood loss, which was devistatingly common in this era. Your father tried his best in raising you, which is pretty much why he is one of the few people you respected greatly in this animalistic, kill or be killed world. You thought you grew up to be a good woman, but in reality you were a handful to deal with. Especially during a certain time of the month. Though, you were a hard worker. You were a fine presence of your employer just let you shut up and work, which was usually the case. If they didn't, there was a reason that sometimes you were only requested once of your 'valiant' service. By service, you mean multitasking labor, you had multiple talents that you could handle in a short time.
"What is your name, anyways?"
"Ambrosius Lipton." no, that wasn't your name. It was your name when you knew you were in a sticky situation, that requires some poor girls' name being dirtied from your feisty attitude. But, just from your luck, this bastard knew you were fibbing.
"Give me your real title, not one of a girl that was put in jail long ago."
Oh.
She's in jail already?
Pity.
"[Name] [Surname]," you relented, sighing in defeat. Igarashi rose a brow, a smirk pulling at his chapped lips.
"Why would you even dare to lie to me, miss [Name]?" he spoke in such a smooth, silky voice; it was like his vocal chords were coated thickly in a rich honey. It was entrancing, to say in the least.
"Why would I not?" you started, brushing a [hair color] strand behind your ear. "It seems that we have already gotten off at a tedious start, which I might as well hide my real identity to keep my heart beating longer, eh?" you tilted your head as if it was obvious, though it was a painfully foggy answer.
"So," he scratched the back of his neck, averting his eyes from yours for a moment. "You see me as a threat?"
"Indeed. Your aura screams 'trouble', at least in m my point of view." you explained, looking him dead in the eyes. You were determined not to be caught in their beau-I mean, trapping colors. He clicked his tongue.
"I see. You are the first woman to admit that to my face," he started, before a small smirk formed at a rapid pace. "I like that."