Weeks turned into days, days turned into hours, the hour finally came.
The throne room was ordained with various treasures from all over the world. An elaborate scarlet rug from the middle east stretched from the ground to the golden brown throne. A series of steps led to the golden brown throne which seated the young anticipating prince. Prince Dmitri was wearing one of his best outfits. A white and scarlet doublet with dark knee britches with black boots. Next to him was his wife to be wearing a trumpet sleeved red and black gown. The corset was tightened to an extra degree to give her boost the extra "oomph" she wanted. Her breasts squeezed together like cow utters.
That was disgusting, what did Dmitri see in her?
Melchior stood against the stony wall and rolled his eyes. Where the hell was Rove with this doctor? When he told Dmitri and Apalu about the doctor they were summoning, Dmitri jumped up with glee. Alapu was a little more ambivalent about the situation. No doctor had ever cured him before, how did she know that this foreign man could fix it? The advisor had not inform them that the doctor was a female; he wondered how they would take it. Was it noon yet? It was too difficult to tell, it had been raining since morning, but that could also affect travel time.
A few minutes later Rove entered the chamber with a rain soaked figure. This must have been the doctor who smelled of Plum Blossoms. The doctor was very petite in stature. Her clothes were faded gray and something of the commoners. It was a linen robe tucked inside matching trousers that barely rose above her knees. Her tiny rain soaked feet sported filthy shoes made of woven straw. On her back was a dark green bundle that was covered with drenched straw. The trio couldn't discern her looks from that. What they could see is that she had the skin color toasted milk and dark hair. A pointed straw hat shielded her face from view. The doctor bowed like they do in her nation and spoke the Dohvain tongue well. Her head was hung down as she spoke in a quiet voice.
"I am Hanako from a land in the east. I was told that the prince of Dohvain needed help with a mysterious hindrance"
She looked up at the trio with emerald eyes that glimmered with vast experience and knowledge. Melchior eyed his colleagues expectantly. Dmitri's eyes augmented at the appearance of the foreign doctor. They were filled with disbelief and hope; they've never looked that way in many years. He stepped off his throne slowly and walked to her direction. Alapu noticed this and pull at the prince's scrawny arm. Dmitri paid no heed to her and continued to walk.
"Can you really cure me Hanako?"
The prince towered over the doctor like a tree over a flower.
Hanako bowed again, "I will do to the best of my abilities.. Shall be begin now your majesty?"
"WAIT!" Alapu screeched, "This kid doesn't know what she's doing!"
"I'm not a goat....Busaikuu... I am an experienced healer in my country. Do not under estimate my abilities"
"She seems legitimate to me, right Melchior?" The advisor grunted in response, "So let's see what she can do yeah?"
"I need to have you alone first Prince"
"Oh, alright then. Follow me!" Prince Dmitri dragged Hanako excitedly to one of the many corridors from the throne room.
"Hmmph" Apalu's beak lips pierced together "I don't trust that doctor. I feel she is hiding something"
Melchior grunted once more and headed off in the opposite direction.
This was the first time he actually agreed with Alapu.
Hanaiko= Flower Child, play on the fact she smells like plumb blossom. But if you want to break it down further you can say Hanna (Flower=Japanese) Ko (Filipino= You say it after a verb or noun to basically say something like "I am a flower")
Busaikuu- It's a japanese slang that refers to someone's appearence. It can be translated to something along the lines of " Pretty Damn Ugly"