hello friends! it has been quite some time since I've tried the old fanfic grind, maybe 7 years? some gross amount of time like that! anywho! thank you for giving this fic a go! ccs is probably my all time favorite series, and I hope I can do it some justice! please enjoy and let me know what you think!

as is always true on this wee site, I do not own Cardcaptor Sakura or any of its characters.

much love! xo


"Sakura, dear, please take my hand." A young girl of five with burnt honey tresses scurried to her mother's bedside, gripping her tiny fist around as many adult fingers she could manage. "Remember my words," A mother's cough, "You my dear, are an angel, truly, for there is no other creature in this world that can match the warmth of your heart and joy you bring" Kinomoto Nadeshiko tightened her grip.

"But there are those who will see not your inner light, or even your magic, but only your lovely face." The mother narrowed her dimming eyes at her youngest, "Promise me you will find love in one that sees you for all that you are."

The young princess could not quite understand her mother's plea at so tender an age, but even then she knew it was legitimate. With tears brimming in her wide eyes, bright emerald met with dull jade in the firmest nod a girl so small could muster.

"I promise, mama" Squeaked Sakura.

Later that very evening, the Kinomoto Kingdom began its grieving period for their beloved Queen Nadeshiko, King Fujitaka mourned his soulmate, Prince Touya displayed strength beyond his years, and Princess Sakura begged to comprehend.

In a separate kingdom, farther to the South along the water's edge, a similar loss was transpiring for a young prince.

"Father, I don't understand" The seven-year-old prince asked with a furrowed brow, kneeling as the Li kingdom's king laid gasping for breath.

"Be strong, my Little Wolf, for your mother and sisters. For the kingdom. For me." The father and king placed a loving hand on his only son's shoulder, at first firm, but then waning until it fell limp on the bed.

The Li kingdom had lost its king, Li Syaoran had lost his father, and with him, the young prince's childhood.

Thirteen years later the land of Clow, and all its kingdoms, was peaceful. In the North, the Kinomoto Kingdom rejoiced not only under their kind king, as well as brave prince, but alongside their flower. True to her name, Princess Kinomoto Sakura was the kingdom's blossom.

The princess's honey hair had grown into silky locks ending in curls at her waist, which even without the time's corset was shapely, as was her whole body. While little of her skin was ever shown to the world, it was known that her figure was one to be desired.

But her face, like her mother had put so many years ago, was lovely, and had even grown beyond that. With a petite nose, delicately defined cheekbones that somehow always remained flushed even without a painted tint, eyebrows that existed in a paradox of being both strong and soft under her feathery bangs; there was no denying the beloved Princess had a face nothing short of an angel. And that was without her eyes.

"Oh, her eyes" Those of the Kinomoto Kingdom would tell you, sighing almost dreamily. Behind fluttering, long and dark lashes, a set of emeralds were sure to exist. A young villager once aptly said, "They shine with their own light", and as such things did, the phrase spread; it was widely hailed as a divine truth.

But of course, as these things go, the Princess did not see the need for fuss, and was exasperatingly modest. As word spread of the Kinomoto flower, her breathtaking beauty and unlimited kindness (though the latter detail was often found less gossiped), the suitors flooded in.

Once she reached the marriageable of 16, the Kinomoto Kingdom found itself host for young noblemen and princes from all over Clow. They would travel to the castle with flourishes, presenting gold and other luxuries, hoping to woo the goddess they had heard so very much about.

But without fail, each would retreat with their metaphorical tail between their legs down the kingdom streets. When asked about their experience they would tell you a story that they were sure was word for word what the last prince said.

"What was she like? Were you stunned by her beauty?"

The suitor would always reply along the lines of "Yes, I do believe I just witnessed the most beautiful being to grace this world."

"What happened?"

"Well," The suitors would start, wringing their hands, "I presented her my gifts. She smiled warmly and said 'Thank you very much for your generosity, I must decline however, you could feed the mouths of many with such riches.' An unexpected response but she prompted further, 'Would you care to join me on a walk through the gardens?'"

"Did you walk with her?"

"Of course! I am no fool to deny the woman that is surely the gods gift!"

"So what happened?"

"She asked me questions, such as why I sought her hand, so I explained that never had my eyes laid sight on such a being, and that the rumors do little justice to her loveliness."

Here is where they would scrunch their eyes, some becoming frustrated and angry.

"And she dismissed me! Not rudely, but, she thanked me and said she was not who I was meant to love! How can she decide that? Plus, that bastard brother of hers…" And like clockwork, the noble would huff a breath, turn on their heel, and storm away.

The people of the kingdom were conflicted, for on one hand they have kept their beloved flower that brings them so much joy, but on the other, their Princess was now eighteen and still unwed, surely leaving her without one of life's greatest joys; love.

Little did they know of the promise the Princess made their late Queen, or how soon she would be leaving them…


aaaaaand that's a wrap for the prologue! hoping to take some of this winter break to work on this as a little self project, so fingers crossed I'll be updating frequently! let me know your thoughts! syaoran will be here starting next chapter!