Life is not as it seems. It is more than just living...there is so much more that we do not know about...live it by risks...my one choice.
I care not for status.
Not for money and authority.
Everything I was brought up to know and to learn, I think twice about.
A knock on my door brought me out of my silent reverie. My thoughts have to stay as thoughts...that had been hammered into my head. Apparently they were 'un prince like'. I swear one day things will be different. Risks are forbidden..there is a lack of freedom in this world, I swear! I long for more, another world perhaps...anything to get me away from here.
I am know as 'Prince Kasei Tatsuya." I am engaged, my fiancée I have not yet met. My parents are infatuated with the idea of me marrying Misaki, she is the prettiest maiden in town, her parents are very rich and well known, he father owns this big business you see..and it will bring even more class to the family. She is stunning, I can admit however nothing that I am completely attracted to.
She is a typical...house wife, not adventurous..not daring, takes no risks, she is something I could see my friend, Juka marrying. Not me. My parents forbid 'me'. Me and my characteristics.
I stood and walked to greet whoever stood on the other side of the wooden barrier, smiling as it was none other than my dearest friend himself.
"She is downstairs," Of course I knew who he spoke of. Today was the day I was meant to actually meet and greet her, from some 'bond'. I would love to know who painted such a picture in my parents head. Because I do not see the beauty of this painting.
I simply nodded and stepped out of my room.
Foolish. Obscene. Alien.
My mind is from a different planet, who knows where I have inherited it from. As i followed Juka down the halls of the castle I found myself humming and my eyes wandering, admiring a bundle of flowers placed out to decorate.
A door to my left opened and a maid stepped out nearly stepping into me, her eyes went wide and she bit her lip quickly steeping back and bowed her head, fear of getting yelled at.
"S-sorry Sir, I was not looking where I was going, I apologize deeply.." She spoke so quickly that tone so high pitched I wanted to speak in 'awwws' and giggle. Yes...I had this urge to giggle. I told you, a strange mind I have. I shook my head and walked on. I couldn't yell at such a pretty girl.
My father would pity me...