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rantaro amami was a dignified prince. his father owned one of the largest and most expensive castles in the world, where rantaro lived with his sisters.
it is rumoured that all of rantaro's sisters come from different mothers. though words like this could not take down a king.
to almost amplify this fact, the king threw a ball. the ball was large and extravagant, in the ball room of the castle. it had tall walls with murals painted over them, done in lovely purple and blues. only the richest.
though the ball did not seem to entertain rantaro amami. for the most part he just danced around with others of his prestige. he also monitored his sisters, making sure they were polite and well-mannered.
then, as he was fixing his sister's hair, he spotted someone.
now they looked interesting.
had he even seen them before?
this he could not recall, but all he knew was that he wanted to.
so he pat his sister's shoulder, sending her back off, as he began approaching the person who caught his eye.
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