Hi! This is my first time writing a KWMS story and it might not be like the ones you guys usually come across. Its an alternate universe fic and you may find the characters a little OOC. So please don't lash out on me if you don't feel the demonic aura emitting from our prez. Peace!
Disclaimer: I do not own Maid Sama. So just chill ok!
The thick mist of tension that had build up was cut through as an arrow sliced through the air and skillfully hit its target…bull's eye. A round of applause soon followed the act as the archer elegantly placed her bow and quiver back on the table, with a satisfactory smile adorning her beautiful face.
"That was simply marvelous, Princess", a maid approached, her eyes twinkling with appreciation.
"You think so Honoka?" The female smiled in return. "I think I am still rusty with the bow. I am nowhere close to my mother." She sighed.
"Please Princess do not underestimate your skills. You excel when it comes to archery. The Queen must be proud of you." Honoka quickly retorted with a reassuring smile.
"Thank you Honoka."
"It is nothing."
Honoka quickly curtsied and turned to leave before she was stopped by a hand placed on her shoulder.
"Y-yes Princess?"
"It's Misaki for you."
Honoka smiled and nodded as she remembered how the princess had always hated that title that tagged along with her name. To Misaki, the title brought less respect but more of a rift that separated her from others…and pushed her towards fake…fake respect, fake friendship, fake love.
She quickly took in the appearance of the person that stood before her. Her eyes processed how the princess had evolved from a stubborn child who once bawled her eyes out when her pet rabbit died to a fine woman…an epitome of beauty with her raven locks falling before those shiny pools of amber –her eyes- which glowed with wisdom, with a heart that felt affection for the young, mercy for the guilt-ridden and a mind completely oblivious to anything evil in existence.
'You do not belong to this world Misaki…a world where pride…selfishness…greed…lust…evil resides within every single soul.' Honoka mused as her eyes glistened with unshed tears. '…I hope you remain this way forever princess. Pure... oblivious toward all malice.' She silently pondered.
"Yes. My apologies…Misaki." Honoka giggled.
"Better." Misaki huffed.
"Oh my, it almost slipped my mind. Misaki, the king has requested for you in his chamber."
"I will be on my way right away then. Cant keep a king waiting now, can we?" Misaki chuckled.
"Definitely not." Honoka mock panicked.
Both females broke into fits of laughter before Honoka inserted her usual "…and don't forget to make your presentable" as she eyed her training garbs.
The said female groaned.
…
After straightening out any imaginary wrinkles in her gown for the umpteenth time and clearing her throat, Misaki softly knocked on the mahogany door of the royal chamber before politely making her presence known.
"Father, you had called?" she asked in a soft voice.
The long years of 'how-to-behave-when-you-are-a-princess' training had truly etched into her mind.
Looking up from the scroll he was looking through, King Ayuzawa quickly eyed her appearance. The princess was dressed in a royal blue gown of pure silk that shimmered in the candlelight and a pendant decorated with a turquoise stone adorned her neck. Her hair was pulled back into a neat bun and not a single hair lay astray.
Satisfied with her appearance, the king allowed himself a small smile while Misaki squirmed under his scrutinizing gaze.
'I feel like some show piece on display.' Misaki scowled but quickly reverted to her stoic façade when her father furrowed his eyebrows at her slight slip.
"Indeed I did." He replied curtly as his baritone voice rang in the room.
A moment of awkward silence followed after which the king decided to continue.
"It might have come to your attention that your seventeenth birthday is in three days" the king began in a composed yet intimidating voice.
'How excitingly you put this father.' Misaki pondered.
"…and as per our tradition, you are to obtain a slave who will fulfill your needs."
Misaki cringed at the mention of this word. She was very well aware of what needs he was referring to. Her elder sister Suzuna had been overjoyed when she was allowed this 'luxury' four years ago, when she had become of age. Ever since then she had bought herself a new slave each month who took care of her 'needs' but none lasted longer than a few weeks. To top it all, she took great pride in this. Apparently, a noble's status in the society was judged by the number of slaves he/she owned. Exciting, isn't it?
Misaki had always dreaded this day. She never fancied the idea of having a slave…of owning a person and she couldn't stoop so low as to take advantage of a person's hard times.
"I refuse father." She said in a firm voice.
"Come again?" her father choked out. He was taken aback by her sudden refusal.
"I-I refuse to put someone's life into misery than it already is just for… pleasure." Misaki shuddered.
"You are gravely mistaken, my dear. It isn't a request for you to consider and then refuse but merely an order to be carried out." King Ayuzawa glared.
It took all her courage and will power to stick to her place and not run away in fear from the rage that was emanating out of her father.
"But father-"
"You have two days to convince yourself for refusal is not an answer. It is the family's tradition and I disagree to break it due to my daughter's foolish morals."
Tears welled up in her eyes as she dropped her head in defeat. Her father was determined and she had no chance to sway it.
"Father please." she tried in a feeble attempt to thaw his ice cold heart.
"You may leave now."
"Fath-"
"LEAVE!"
Misaki flinched at his sudden outburst as she took a step back.
"Yes father."
She left the room and closed the door behind her. Releasing the breath she was unknowingly holding back, Misaki dropped on her knees and whimpered.
"Looks like I won't be any different from them after all" she silently sobbed.
Whatcha think people? Should I continue or just toss it into the bin. Please let me know.