Chapter 1
By: Miyako Suzuki115
Author's Note:
Minna-san, arigatou for starting to read this fanfic. This story is made from a shared account of Rima Mashiro11 and lavenderbluestar123. Instead of the usual "happy ending" it consists of a sad ending. Along the way you might feel many mood changes. So… WARNING: if you don't want to cry, don't read the last chapter which I will tell you beforehand.
DISCLAIMER: Please, please, please we do not own Yumeiro Patissiere just our thoughts and OCs. We wish we did though.
In Macaroon Castle, Kashino Makoto (A/N: Makoto is the first name if you didn't know) was storming around in the royal courtyard. His mother, the queen of Macaroon Kingdom and at that time, 16 years ago. His mother and deceased father had an agreement with the neighboring kingdom, Éclair Kingdom that Makoto would marry the princess. The marriage would take place sometime after the princess had reached the appropriate age for marriage, 17. Both Prince Makoto and the princess were born in the same year but, the prince was a few months older, you see.
Makoto was enraged when the words of his arranged marriage went out of his mother's mouth. He had never known this for the whole 16 years of his life.
"Mother, why do you have to do this to me? I don't want to marry someone that I don't know! How can I fall in love?" the prince screamed at the queen.
"My darling Makoto, you will simply fall for her when you spend time with her. Your future wife is a lovely lady." the queen answered reasoning with her son.
"That is impossible! How will you make that happen? Never in a million years, will I marry someone unwillingly. This arranged marriage should not have happened in the first place!" Makoto yelled back, even though it was rude, especially talking to elders.
"No matter what you say now, that will NOT stop the marriage. Before your father died his last words were to have you married," if she just told him what his father's words after that was. "Do this for your father. For him so he can rest in peace. Goodness sake, Makoto just marry her! We also need a heir for the throne after you. " his mother yelled back. It was a rare sight for the queen to be yelling. She was known as a high-classed woman who was very delicate.
Makoto hated it when his mother talked about her husband, his father. 'No, Father couldn't have done that. Was that why Father was so nice to me?... Because he was guilty?' Makoto thought.
The prince stomped his way back to the chambers where he slept. Everyone in the halls quickly got away for the storm to pass.