Fake Princess
CCCLXXXIX Chapter
I walked down the palace hallway with a white fur coat covering the body, almost half a year has passed. We decided to stay in the Palace for a while until the condition of the Kingdom was completely stable, “Princess,” I turned around then nodded towards the two servants who stood bowing towards me.
My footsteps stepped back to leave the servants earlier, I turned closer to the Palace garden which had been filled with white snow. My shoes that stepped slowly on the snowfields seemed to be setting slightly, my legs stopped stepping as I raised my head up to look up at the sky.
A chill crept around my cheek as snowflakes fell on it, “Sa-chan!” I lowered my head again when the voice sounded, “what is nii-chan?” I asked her as my body turned to look at her.
“What are you doing there? Come here!” His thrust again by raising one of his hands waved at me.
I move my feet to walk closer to him, “I just want to cool my head,” said I who had been standing before him.
Haruki raised his palm rubbing the hair on my head, “you can get sick later, look! Your hair is filled with snow,” he said back by raising one of his other hands rubbing my head.
“Are the affairs at the border finished nii-chan?” I asked as he turned around to walk, “I have finished everything, I have strengthened the border of all attacks that may come from outside,” he said turning to me.
“What about those who betray? Have their traces been found?” I asked him again, he shook his head before moving his head straight ahead.
“You are here, Dad calls us four,” Izumi's voice is heard, followed by the sound of footsteps that follow, “Dad?” Haruki asked back as we had turned to look at Izumi.
“Dad looking for us, hurry up!” Reveal Izumi again walked past us, “nii-chan, Dad's workspace,” I said slowly by pointing my finger in the opposite direction from the one he was headed.
“Daddy is waiting for us in his room,” continued Izumi without looking back, I turned to look towards Haruki who also has returned my gaze. Haruki raised his hand until it touched my back followed by his slightly moving head, as if asking me to walk first.
I turned around to follow Izumi, the three of us walking in tandem getting closer to Father's room. Izumi stopped her footsteps followed by me and also Haruki who had also been standing beside me, “Dad, this is us, this is us,” said Izumi followed by his right hand that knocks on the door in front of us.
“Come in,” Izumi slowly opened the door as Dad's voice asking us to come in sounded from inside, “what's the matter Dad?” This time it was Haruki who spoke as we all stood before him.
Dad raised his right hand to pat the mattress on his bed, “sit down,” he said by directing his gaze towards us.
I walked forward and sat down next to Haruki who was also sitting beside me, while Izumi walked around and lay behind us, “what is Dad?” I asked, Dad stood up and walked over to a small table in the corner of the room, and he walked up to us again with a wooden box in his hand.
Dad sat back next to me followed by his hands moving to give the wooden box he held earlier to me, “for you guys,” said Dad smiled before he lowered his head again.
I turned towards Haruki who nodded his head returning my gaze, “what is it?” This time Izumi's voice was heard whispering slightly beside my ear.
I took a deep breath as I could as both my hands moved to open the box earlier, “what is this Dad?” Haruki asked back, his hand moving towards the necklace inside.
“That necklace belongs to your mother Izumi,” said Father turned his eyes slightly towards the back, “Ibuku?” I tried to look back as Izumi replied to Dad.
“Forku?” Father nodded his head in reply to Haruki's words, “Isshin wants, if later you visit his tribe, you will be considered family by them,” continued Dad to him.
“But,” Haruki glanced towards the back of his body, “if Mom gives it to you, then you should keep it well,” Izumi's voice again sounds from behind us.
“Then Dad, this flower?” I spoke again by lifting a dried flower from the box, “that's the flower your mother held when I found it,” Daddy replied to me, “My book? But Dad,” I went back to talking to him.
“Any no? It looks like a flower that has just been picked, even though the flower was already in the box a dozen years ago,” he said he helped set his eyes on the white rose in my hand.
“Dad,” said I stopped looking at him, I was bitten by my lips as if my voice was reluctant to come out.
“If you want to ask about your mother. Honestly, until now I don't know anything about him, because when I first found him. How Dad explained it,” he said by lowering his head.
“It's okay Dad. But, can I keep it?”
Old dad looked at me before he nodded his head, “of course, keep it well,” said my dad who I replied with a nod of his head.
“Are you guys going soon?” This time Father looked at us in turn, “after winter is over, we will leave soon. I have prepared our needs at the border, it is likely that we will go up the Kou to the border,” Haruki said in response to Father's words.
“You don't want to make the residents worry if you leave the Kingdom?” I nodded my head bowed when I heard it, “Dad understood. Father will send Sasithorn to Leta, there he will be safer because it will be directly under the protection of King Lamond, and there also Julissa will guard him. What do you think, Izumi?”
“I will talk about this to him, Father,” Izumi said with her head bowed,
“Haruki,” My father's voice slowly sounded.
“If Dad talks about marriage. I don't intend to accept all of their proposals, can't only my sisters get married? If what is meant is the heir, later Izumi or Sachi will also have children, no.” Haruki said, I bit my lips more and more to hear it.
“If there is nothing to talk about anymore, I want to go back to the room,” continued to stand up, I glanced at Father who sighed, “Dad is done, you guys can come back, you can,” said Dad bowed by massaging his head.
I stood up as I felt a soft pat touch my back. Both of my feet stepped following Haruki who had opened the door of the room. My eyes turned toward Mari's painting as the baby was hanging along with our paintings…
If you executed Mari yourself, why is she still defending this painting?
“Sachi,” my daydreams unfolded as I felt Izumi slowly pulling my hand to follow her.