Crashing Waves: Chapter 1
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The Girl from Goa Kingdom
Within the room of a young noble heir in the kingdom of Goa, the only sound was the sound of a quill scratching on parchment and the occasional dip in the ink pot or the shifting in a chair.
Sabo licked his lips as he colored in the picture he had drawn for his father. He'd be so proud!
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Hanako lay curled up in the nook of her round window. To be exact, a book with at least 500 pages. Turning a page, she gasped.
-The girl pulled out her katana, stabbing down upon the evil-
"Hanako!" came a voice, "get in here now! I've called you five times now."
Growling, Hanako dog-eared the page and slammed the book shut. Just another day of her tutor screeching at her on how to do totally useless things. For example, Hanako normally felt more comfortable with wearing loose cotton robes and hard boots, but her tutor insisted on her wearing tight, frilly dresses that restricted her movements that she could hardly breathe in. Had she mentioned the torture devices they called high-heels?
Hanako slipped into to a loose tunic and trousers and jammed her feet into the soft house slippers before walking leisurely down the hallway to the dressing room.
"Coming Lady Katakori…"
"Well hurry up!"
Hanako entered the room, closing the door behind her. The tutor looked down her nose at the eight-year-old.
"Well… about time your Highness showed up."
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Sabo knocked on his father's door.
"Who is it?" came the irritated call.
He went in and showed the picture to him. "Look what I drew for you, Father!"
The man narrowed his eyes and ripped up the parchment. "Don't waste time on such useless things! Go back to your room and study. There is to be a ball held in honor of the Princess Hanako's birthday. That will be your chance to impress the girl and marry into the royal family. Now shoo!"
Tears welled up in Sabo's eyes and he ran from the room. Fleeing the house, he slowed down to a walk as he reached the street.
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"A ball in honor of my birthday!?" Hanako slammed her hands down on the table as Katakori calmly sipped her tea.
"Yes, your Highness. Many of our kingdom's nobles will be coming. However, we need to find you a good husband so we will be learning conversational skills. As well as that, slamming your hands on the table is completely unladylike and unrefined. It is also very rude. We will have to get that habit out of you then, shall we?"
'How dare they!' thought Hanako, 'How dare she, the nerve of it, telling me I'm rude. I don't care about that kind of thing...and getting me a husband!? That's it, I'm running away the night after the ball. Everyone gets drunk in parties, so they won't be alert. I need to plan the escape perfectly. Good thing Tsuyoi taught me how to fight with katanas, as well as some hand-to-hand combat. For now, I'll have to go along with these bastards.'