Uta no prince-sama One shots~

Camus (4)

Reader's POV

You had been receiving some interesting love letters of late and from the wording you could only presume it was Camus. A letter had come earlier that morning detailing what she would need to bring and what you could only perceive as a hint to where. You had told your parents of the person who had asked you out for valentine’s day this morning as well and on inspection of the signature at the bottom they believed you and agreed to let you go.

You had decided on a white peplum shirt paired with black tights and a white overcoat just in case it got cold. Your lucky pair of black boots were also chosen. You peered up at the clock seeing that it was about an hour until he would be here, that made you nervous, but that was probably normal for all girls about to embark on a date. You quickly did your hair up into an up do that met your standards and applied what little make-up knowledge you had into making yourself look less like ‘you look fine’ to ‘damn you FINE’ as horrible as that explanation sounded in your head. All of a sudden time seemed to fly by and you heard knocking against the front door. “He’s here!” you almost squealed in excitement except that would probably scare the poor guy.

Camus was waiting outside holding a blue rose the rose itself held strong symbolism but the fact that it was blue more so. “Good evening Milady are you ready?” He was so much more polite than usual, well at least to people he wasn't paid to be nice to. Actually you had been surprised when you figured out the writers of those letters was Camus since he never really showed much interest, but then again Camus just might be really good at hiding that sort of thing. 

“Yes, thank you Camus-san” you replied with a short courtesy. But were stunned when a horse came trotting up behind him. “Is that your horse?” you pointed to the large white stallion behind your date. “He’s beautiful.” You held out you hand hesitantly As the horse leaned in to inspect it. 

“Yes this is Alexander. He will be taking us to our venue. Oh and this is for you.” He handed the rose over to you gently before walking over to the stirrups on the horse, climbing up onto the saddle with an amount of grace that you didn't believe possible to display when mounting a horse, then again this was Camus you were seeing. “Come, I’ll assist you.” He called from up on the saddle as he steered Alexander so that you could grab the blonde’s hand. “O-Okay..” You took a firm hold of his hand and were soon hoisted up in front of him an arm on either side of you as the horse began to trot down the street.

“So what have you planned for tonight?” You glanced back at his ivory face as he focused on their direction. “I’m afraid I cannot reveal that information to you until we arrive at our destination.” His tone was as stoic as usual. “You’ll just have to be patient.” There was almost a smirk on his face at that point and you returned your gaze to the road ahead. The sun was setting and a cool breeze rustled the leaves of the trees as they trotted by. It was nice riding along together like this even if it was quiet, it was peaceful that way.

“We have Arrived [Last name]” The male exclaimed with self-confidence pouring out of his tone. The horse continued to trot through the parks seemingly knowing the way without instruction from the rider.

“Oh the park!” You commented as you looked around, there weren’t many people present anymore and the lampposts had been turned on, although most people probably had gone home and it was getting dark. But they kept moving past spots that you kept thinking were the places they would, until they came across a small set up of lights around the lake and a small dining set up for two. “C-camus… did you do this??”

“Yes I did, after all isn’t this custom for valentine’s day? The man should be responsible for organising the occasion not a lady, the lady should be served on this auspicious day. Don’t you agree?” His tone showcased his pride in his work a combined effort of his pride in self and your compliment on his work.