I own the rights to zero anime series. Hell, I don't even have any pocky.
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Millay Ashford sometimes wondered how it was no one else ever saw. It was so very obvious to her. Granted, she had prior knowledge, but even without that it would only have taken a few days of knowing them to see it.
Shirley had once remarked that he behaved a bit like a noble, perfect posture and speech. He'd shrugged it off and said their father had been very formal. Shirley had missed it but Millay had clearly seen the tightening around his mouth and the sad, angry scorn in his eyes when he spoke of his father.
Rivalz had once said that she was like a little noble lady, with her perfect manners and the way she was waited on by her doting, adoring brother. Rivalz had missed it but Millay heard the melancholy lilt to her voice when she answered and seen the way her brother had turned away, his gaze regretful.
Whenever the topic of their family came up, usually though the news or in class Millay found an excuse to do something silly and crazy. She'd make a show of bullying and cajoling the boy she knew far out-ranked her into organising everything and she'd coax the sad little girl in the wheelchair into participating and forgetting her troubles.
And all the while she wondered how no one ever saw it. The crowns that lay invisible on their brows. The innate nobility in them. When she looked all she saw were the valiant, exiled prince and the courageous, little blind princess who clung to each other with no one else in the world to rely on, the crowns that only she saw shining so brightly on their brows.
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AN: Just a little drabble I couldn't get out of my head and it was more interesting than the essay I'm supposed to be writing. Chekhov, my arse.