<~•~Just A Mere Servant~•~>
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Ongoing, First published Sep 25, 2016
Hello my name is Kouhina Furikou. I'm just a mere servant to my princess, Kurona Yatsuko. Among everyone in the kingdom, she is the most powerfullest girl and the most prettiest. He is very kind, but her presence isn't very easy to notice. It's been like that since she was born. She has short blueish and green hair. Her eyes would sparkle like role stars and most importantly, her powers could make a whole army fly away. But for me, I'm a dull servant. Although having blue eyes with white hair was not really normal, but it runs through my family for generations. Everyone would either have white hair and blue eyes, or they would have white eyes and blue hair. And every time it our birthday or our relatives birthday, we would have to wear red all day. Anyways, me being me, unexpectedly fell in love with a blue haired prince that would be mistaken as a servant. But that's just how it is, now then, let's see where fate brings us. 



What will to Kouhina now? Will the Princess accept her love for him? Or will someone kill the prince before she confesses?
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