What Happiness Can I Muster - Scroll IXScroll IX: Out I Go!What Happiness Can I Muster - Scroll IX by ~WhiteRiceLover
"You called for me my lord," the princess had been requested to the lord's studies. Presenting herself with a slight bow.
"Please, you do not have to bow, you are my daughter," the Lord chuckles scooting up to his desk as he waves a hand for her to sit. She did as instructed. His elbows lay on the desk, hands joining, "excuse me for the sudden call, I hope I did not interrupt on your studies too much."
"No, father, it does not displease me at all," slight shake to the head. I rather prefer it.
The man nods as he rests his hands on his knees in his criss-crossed state. Serious, he inhales and dips his head down, " I have called you today to inform you that we will be having welcoming visitors from Setsuna arriving along with Takemaru's return." Izayoi's body takes a nerve to this, it did not go unnoticed by her father, "I assure you, my child, she will not be amongst the visitors."
Guilt and remorse hits her, "forgive me, I should have taken such news more lightly.
What Happiness I Can Muster - Scroll VIIIScroll VIII: Steel Blue HowlWhat Happiness I Can Muster - Scroll VIII by ~WhiteRiceLover
For the past few weeks I have been venturing to the Servant’s Quarters in secret and it’s becoming an even more welcoming and warming experience every night. It’s nice to have something to look forward to and to have new companions to talk with. Though, I am not yet comfortable in revealing my sudden downfall so I have made Semiko promise not to tell until my say so. I do not want them to pity me as such. I just hope these moments last for what time I have. From what my father has reported the ceremony with be held in the land of Setsuna, in the Emperor’s Palace, in which Takemaru will soon take the throne. Along with me. The date still unknown as to when. It’s practically torturing me that I do not know of when my fate is sealed! My father can be very unpredictable with certain activities such as this.
Izayoi stops from the sudden torch relighting within her yet again. She has had to slowly teach herself to calm her ner
TruceIzayoi made her way through the rapidly darkening wilderness that surrounded her for the past few hours. Occasionally she tripped and fell, her travelling yukata getting caught up in a random twig and tearing. It has been the tenth day of her journey and her provisions were running dangerously low. Izayoi has already filled her bamboo flask with fresh stream water countless times but, being unable to hunt and provide for herself in the wilderness, lived on nuts and roots for the past three days.Truce by ~Arlome
Three months have passed since the human princess last seen the daiyoukai and much has changed in her young life since. For one thing, three weeks after he left her naked on her bedchamber floor she discovered that she was with child. After being violently ill and fatigued for seven days, Izayoi began to worry. The fact that her blood cycle failed to visit her as it did on a regular monthly basis, did not help her state of agitation. When her dainty little breasts seemed to increase their
What Happiness Can I Muster - Scroll VIIScroll VII: Chikako And EmiWhat Happiness Can I Muster - Scroll VII by ~WhiteRiceLover
That visit wasn't the last, throughout the weeks she had made trips back and forth to the Servant Quarters every few nights. She had warmed up to a few of the younglings and had actually found that woman that had served her that evening. She held herself a couple huts down in one of the big residents. And from what Izayoi knew she used to stay with the younglings just a couple months back. The lady was the few that were requested to become a slave at such an older age.
"Few! 'Very' few if you ask me, Yori said that that was the first woman she trained that was her age since the span of 5 years," a young adult named Chi states. Along with another named Emi who was currently on toes with her.
"I thought there was one last year."
"I don't know where you got that but Yori never tells false information. I don't go around and easily trust what others say...unlike someone."
Emi had her hands to her hips, her maroon sleeves flaring out, "not all of it is false info.