Haruka was bored. Mirai, her twin, had gone with Riko to practice magic. The quadruplets were gone, too. She didn't know where though, but the four of them together couldn't be up to anything good. Ichika… well judging by the smell of burning, Ichika was in the kitchen. Haruka knew better than to visit the kitchen when Ichika was in there. Although, when Ichika was successful, the sweets were delicious. But, again, the smell of burning dissuaded her. Thats when Haruka saw her mother from across the hall. It was impossible to miss her pink braid that went all the way down her back.
"Mother!" Haruka called, as she rushed to greet her.
"Oh, Haruka! How is my beautiful daughter doing today?" She said, pulling her daughter into a hug.
"I don't know what to do, no one is around." Haruka pouted.
"It smells like Ichika is in the kitchen, why don't you join her?" Haruka wrinkled her nose.
"I'd rather not." Her mother giggled. "Maybe you could tell me what to do! What can I do to become a better princess?" Haruka asked.
"But, you're already a princess, Haruka." She replied.
"Thats not what I asked."
"Its what I said, though. You're perfect the way you are."
"Mother… you just can't think of anything can you?" Haruka pressed. Mother blushed.
"Ah, you caught me. But I really do think you're great just as you are." She said, poking Haruka's nose. Haruka sighed, she'd have to figure it out on her own.
"Thanks Mother. I still think I could do better, though."
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, just look at your sisters. You're definitely more princess-like than most of them." Haruka laughed, she certainly couldn't argue with this. "Hey, how about we take a stroll through the garden?" Mother asked, offering her hand. Haruka took it with an excited nod.
It was beautiful outside, and there was a light breeze that made the garden look as if it were dancing.
"Mother, how did you become so… queen-like?" Haruka asked.
"Queen-like?"
"Well, you're just so graceful, and everyone seems to love you."
"I wouldn't say I'm particularly graceful, I'm just good at hiding how clumsy I am." she winked. "I may have hidden it too well, though. Your father was certainly surprised by how bad my dancing is. He won't dance with me anymore, he thinks I'll break another one of his toes." she pouted. Haruka laughed.
"Minami has been teaching me ballet, she's really good."
"Has she? Thats wonderful, you'll have to show me one day." Haruka nodded. Haruka stopped when she saw a pink rose that hadn't bloomed yet.
"Aw, this one hasn't bloomed yet." She sighed.
"That just means it will be even more beautiful when it does, just like you." Mother smiled.
"Are you saying I haven't bloomed yet?" Haruka joked. Mother looked panicked.
"Th-thats not what I meant!" She sputtered. Haruka laughed.
"I'm just joking mother." Mother sighed in relief. "i'll do my best to blossom into a beautiful flower, just like my sisters." Haruka smiled, looking down at the bud.
"Ah, mother, Haruka!" a voice called from a little further down. It was Tsubomi, one of her older sisters.
"Tsubomi! What are you doing out here?" Haruka asked.
"I was just watering the flowers. Would you like to help? There's… a lot." Tsubomi said gesturing to the large garden.
"Of course!" Haruka replied.
"Have fun, girls. Your father's probably looking for me." Mother said, turning to leave.
"Thank you, mother." Haruka said. Mother smiled.
A/N: Hi again! I hoped you enjoyed this one, sorry about them being so short! The updates won't always be this frequent, but I wanted to write this, so here it is! Again, if you have any prompts, feel free to send me a message, either her, or my tumblr aquarterasian. see you next time!