C.h.a.p.t.e.r ONE

I'm the one who is dressed as a princess, but she's the one getting the treatment.

Stepsister from nowhere

But, I'm both.

Everything is quite simple in the beginning.

When I was a little girl, my mother would always remind me of my manners and etiquettes. About my gown, 'Sakura! Don't step on your gown!' my gown back then is of crimson color with sakura petals with violet shadows as highlights. Sometimes, it would be about my chin or my forehead, 'Sakura! Don't look down too much! Chin up!' and she would look sternly at me and I would oblige. But, after I've done her command, she'll say, 'Sakura! Don't look up too much! You forehead is showing!' I do have a very lovely mother and a wide forehead as a blessing.

And for a very special occasion, just for today, I wore the same gown, only bigger for today; I am carrying a big responsibility.

"Princess Haruno, welcome to the Uchiha Estate. "

Yes. From today on, I have to do my best to be the youngest Uchiha's bride. All for the sake of my mother, Haruno state's "Queen".

I can feel the keen look of the welcome attendee. As we climb up the long stairs, she seems to be listening carefully to the sound of my steps, looking at my chin, and measuring the rhythm of my movements, a fine eagle indeed. And in return, my movements are perfect. Not too close, not too showy, just right.

I know that now, in the modern days, the trend of girls are to be confident, loud and does not show much consciousness to her surroundings. But I prefer another. Being a princess, I have to be classic, elegant and perfect. I must be. I have to win this battle.

With perfection.

Exceptions are not my specialty.

"We are now in front of the young master's room."

She knocked on the very obnoxious wooden door carved the Uchiha symbol.

"Young master, one of your bride candidates is here." Her voice was a little jittery now.

No response.

"Young master, one of your –"

"Get lost." is the response. A very sharp and venom filled voice. But cool to feel.

"But, young mas –"

"Get. Lost." A prominent pause is present, signaling his frank dislike.

I decided to intervene.

"Madame, please be calm. Let me handle this." The attendee looked terrified but complied nonetheless. She backed away.

Breath.

You can do this Sakura.

I grasp the knobs and pushed the door inward. Once I got inside, the door closed by itself and what I saw is not really a pleasant sight.

A situation that calls for the natural.

I screamed.

"Princess Sakura!"