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I wish I could speak to you of things you said no others could know,
But for now, we'll have to do with sparing glances.
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Prepping for bad weather often means not getting to enjoy the calm before the storm,
So the tale moves onward, but thoughts repeat.
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The castle is quite a stir at the moment, as the information that the Kamisatios would not only be arriving for dinner soon but also be staying the night was now known. Words have a way of, spreading, amongst the Shogun's staff.
Bustling maids running back and forth from one room to another, gardeners making sure the plants were perfectly trimmed and healthy looking, the waiters and soon-to-be personally assigned servants{For the Kamisatos} double-checking their uniforms for any speck of dirt or dust after having sent them off the day before to be cleaned by the washers.
It was quite an interesting phenomenon to observe, at least to Y/n, for the Prince it was annoying for the same reasons. He was leaning against a wall with his arms crossed in one of the larger dining rooms where he would soon have to sit down for dinner.
He mussed in his mind as he watched waiters hurry around the room, setting out the proper dishes and silverware while checking their clothes every five minutes in nervousness.
"What is up with them? It's just some Nobles, and yet they're acting as if someone from Celestia itself were coming to dinner. They serve the ruler of Inazuma and an Archon, but don't act this way when a dinner is being planned with the Empress herself."
He rolled his eyes when a maid passed him, subconsciously fixing her skirt as she hurried out of the room.
"tsk, the lack of respect. With my relations to her, it's a wonder as to why it always takes so long for them to get something done when I ask. But when measly little nobles visit, everybody stresses to impress."
"Kuni," A voice called to him
"What has that kitsune come to bother me with now?"
Visibly annoyed, he turned to respond with a look of 'what the hell do want'.
Not receiving an answer other than a head turn that was the bare minimum of an acknowledgment, Miko, used to his antics, made her way to the wall he was leaning on and continued.
"What are you doing over here hmm?"
"Minding my own business, like you should be." He replied annoyed.
She sighed, keeping her typical composure. "I was until I passed by and saw that you were not ready for the dinner, it's almost time for the Kamisatos to be here you know,"
"Why should I have to get all dressed up for them? I am true Royalty, and they're just nobles. Just 'cause they're considered royalty in their regions isn't my problem."
"For that exact reason Kunikuzushi, you're a Prince, and you should act like it." She stated bluntly, dropping her façade for a moment. "Or would you rather I have your mother, make you look presentable?"
Rolling his eyes and realizing he wasn't getting out of it, Scaramouche gave an irritated 'whatever' under his breath before he started for the dining room doors. As he walked past Miko, he spoke just loud enough for her to hear.
"And she's not my Mother."
She shot back just before he was out of earshot, "If she's not your Mother, you are not Royalty,"
Pretending he didn't hear her, he left with gritted teeth and clenched fists.
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A carriage door opens, revealing a young woman with pale blue hair and a genial smile.
"Princess Kamisato," the footman says as a quiet greeting. She thanks him as he helps her down from the short step and onto the Castle Grounds.
"Princess Kamisato!" She turns to see a man dressed in fine garments approaching with a small entourage. He shows a congenial grin as he advances closer.
"Welcome to Tenshukaku, the residence of Her Excellency, The Almighty Narukami Ogosho, The God of Thunder, the Shogun is pleased to have you here. How are you this fine evening, Princess Kamisatio?"
"I am well, thank you. How are you this evening?" she responded expectedly.
"Quite well thank you! Forgive me for being so forward in asking, but would you happen to know when Prince Kamisatio will be arriving this evening?"
"That's quite all right, I'm sure He'd be happy to know of your concern. He should be arriving soon, They-" she cuts off as the aforementioned Prince's carriage arrives behind the Princess's.
A green-eyed man exits jovially, “Princess Ayaka!” He exclaims, running over to her.
The man who welcomed the princess shoots her a questioning look from his peripheral. Ayaka raised a hand to cover her mouth as she gave a soft giggle, "It's ok, Thoma is my brother's Valet, and we've known him since I was young."
"Ah," he gave in response.
"Forgive us Princess Ayaka," Thoma started, receiving a slightly offended look from the other man, "There was a, large hole? A ditch of some sort, in the road on the way here,"
"Oh my, how strange, there didn't seem to be one when we were on that road, and we were ahead of you."
"Hello Sir,