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~ Ying Yue Jiang ~
Despite my shut eyes, I could feel it.
The warmth of the sun, shining radiantly through my window, beaming onto my face and blinding me, despite my closed eyes.
A pathetic groan left my lips, grousing under my breath, hoping that somehow, by a miracle, my maid would draw my white curtains shut once again, allowing me to sleep. Would an extra hour really hurt?
All the grand openings and public events that I had to tend to this week had my body crying for rest.
Was I a lazy person?
No.
But, did I enjoy sleeping in, basking in the luxury of my warm bed?
Yes – yes, I did.
With a tired pout, I found myself turning, hand falling over my eyes. It wasn't like I had to do much during named events, standing there like a delicate flower next to whoever was speaking, showing face in replacement of Chieftain Hakoda – my adoptive father.
Once the occasion was coming to an end, it was my cue to present whatever speech I managed to conjure up the night before.
Never did it bother me, attending such events – it's the least I could do for Hakoda. The moment I arrived at the Southern Water Tribe with Katara, Sokka, and Aang, he welcomed me with open arms – showering me with all the love and attention a person could ask for.
"My Lady, it's time to wake up," an ever so delicate voice spoke, a tone that brought a smile to my face – Kima. I mewled under my breath one more time, already imagining how she eagerly observed my resting figure, making sure I was indeed awake. Bless her soul; I would be lost without her.
Kima wasn't just some regular old maid; she was a friend above all.
Five years older than myself, yet the wisdom she contained was almost equal to Gran-Gran. Although she labelled herself as a maid, I couldn't disagree more – acting more like an assistant, helping me with events and organizing my thoughts.
My golden eyes fluttered open, stretching out lazily with a kittenish grin on my face. "Good morning, Kima!" I chirped, and Kima couldn't help but laugh under her breath. A sweet smile erupted on her face – a smile that always seemed to reach her soft blue eyes.
"Good morning, my Lady,"
"What does my schedule look like for today?" I hummed, sitting upright and reaching for the nearest elastic on my nightstand. My fingers tugged and pulled, tying my long black hair into a messy bun. "You're going to be happy to hear that you got one event today," Kima responded as she darted off to my closet, her boots pattering along the cold floor.
