Moonlit Rose

Summary: A prince, cold and dark, ruling a country happier than light. An orphan, cautious and feisty with a secret she doesn't even know herself. These two paths destined not to meet, but a rose changes it all.

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Author's note: Hey everyone. I'm so, so, so sorry for not updating sooner and I thank everyone of you for reviewing, it made me keep writing. But I now have more than 3 chapters done and I can start updating faster.

And by the way, one quote to keep in mind when you're reading the story

Never judge a book by its cover.

And without wasting more time, onto the chapter!

Chapter 3

A week flew by, like a breeze, not looking back, nor ever coming back. Every day was the same for Sakura: Get up, get dressed/get ready, eat, wander around, eat, wander around some more, eat, do whatever before going to bed, and finally, after such an adventurous day, sleep. She no longer ate with the royal family, but in her own room and whenever the queen saw Sakura, she acted as if Sakura was nothing. Queen Yelan herself was a phantom, never seen or heard, but her presence always was in the castle.

Sakura got up and realized that watching paint dry would be more exciting than the path of life she was walking at this point in time. Often she wondered why she didn't get kicked out of the castle, but she never asked to leave. Because if she did, where would she go?

She recalled the first few days were pretty hectic. Would something really, really horrible happen to her? The doctors were demanding answers to everything, her age, her full name, and basically everything about her life. At points, Sakura twisted the truth in a way to make it a lie, other times, she told nothing but the truth, and sometimes Sakura simply remained silent staring at the doctors. But before she answered, she had always thought about her answers for a long, long time. The paramedics took her as a stupid, foolish girl.

Every now and then, she'd pass or see the cryptic-amber eyed prince and she was mysteriously drawn to him. Was it because she had never seen such a young soul so cold? She didn't know. He would stare at her and she would look back, until he whipped his head away, with, what looked like, disgust, or she did, flushing a bit. He was very handsome. Beautiful chestnut hair, covering his dead, cold amber eyes. Sakura felt like just staring into them and finding out what it was that made this boy so cold.

Today, she walked into a new hallway and met an old-looking butler with hair greying and politely asked where the library was, praying there was indeed a library. Her prayers were answered with a "yes" and that she was walking the right direction. As she was walking, she admired all the beautifully old pictures with ancient-looking people, with no emotion whatsoever, on the pale gold walls. Darker gold-colored drapes covered priceless vases and china as it stood silently against the window, hanging from silver railings.

Sakura finally reached the door she was looking for. On tops of the door were inscribed words that she found foreign, a lot like Japanese, yet so different. Hesitating a bit she opened the thick, wooden door, revealing her to many, many books. Thick ones, thins ones, beautiful ones with incredible signs, old books, name them all.

In the middle of the room was a ruffle of amber hair. Sakura's heart missed a few beats as the hollow eyes slowly started opening.

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Syaoran sat on his bed as he stared into space, trying to think of nothing. But that girl kept into his thoughts, no matter how hard he tried blocking them. For some odd reason, he did not forget her name: Sakura Kinomoto. Sakura, cherry blossoms, his favorite flower. He had not missed how cold his mother was to Sakura or how she knew of her family. He had never heard of the Kinomotos, nor has his parents ever mentioned them.

It had been a week closer to his marriage to this enigmatic Princess Meiling. From rumors, he heard she was fierce and beautiful, never letting a man close to her heart. Having seas of ruby for eyes and hair blacker than the midnight sky itself. But thanks to the conversation he had with his mother, everything was a bit brighter...

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"Prince Syaoran! My son. I have been looking for you," Queen Yelan exclaimed grandly as she came in to her son's room for her rare visits.

Really? Is that true... Syaoran thought sarcastically because he knew that his mother knew he was usually in his room. He barely gave a glance to her, but the queen knew he was listening.

"I believe you should be informed that Princess Meiling has postponed her visit for Clow knows how long," she paused. "That is all." She saw Syaoran staring at the star-less night and with a swoosh of silk, she was gone.

Syaoran stared at the spot where his mother had once stood and slowly comprehended what he had just heard. Postponed, what a great word; it lightened his icy heart a little, just a little, nothing more...

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Suddenly a loud rapping sound was heard at the door. Syaoran looked at the door and sighed with bitterness. Why couldn't he be left in peace without a butler or maid coming in every second asking him this or that? But the rapping sound was soon turned into a special code that Syaoran knew; it was his new best friend and butler, Wei. A young butler who looked too old for his age, but a kid at heart. Wei came in, took one look at Syaoran and chortled, "If you were a horse, this would be funnier, but what's with the long face?"

Syaoran glared at Wei with a glare that would normally case anyone to slowly backing away, in fear of being burned with his glare, eyes begging for mercy, then fleeing, but this glare had no effect whatsoever on Wei. It merely caused his to chuckle more and turn on a teasing tone. "I've seen that girl guest in who roams your house, Li-sama,"

Syaoran too had seen her and whenever their eyes met, he just couldn't tear his eyes away from hers. She seemed so familiar, but he hadn't the slightest idea of why she looked so familiar. She was like a wiped off whiteboard with the words barely visible.

"She's quite a lovely, young lady, about your age, ne?" Wei continued, "How about getting to know her? You're quite a charmer, Li-sama, whoo her and have some 'fun,'" he winked and chuckled as he saw a flush sweeping across Syaoran's face and his back stiffening. Wei sighed, "Finally, a reaction from you. I thought you were a stone, just floating through life. Oh, right! I came to say there's a new book in that magnificent library of yours, all about magic! Very advanced too. I say you should go take a look."

Syaoran looked at him suspiciously. He did not like magic, not one bit. Having nothing better to do, or anything else to do, for that matter, he decided to take tour to the library. On his way, maids and servants quickly bowed their heads as he silently glided past them, a dead look on his face. Two maids were talking when they saw him and when he reached them, their blank masks had already been put on, with no emotion and heads were already bowed. He also glided past them, blankly, but inside, he was harshly scolding.

He did not wish to be treated like a dominator, ready to kill anyone who did not have a blank mask on, ready to torture anyone who did not show the top of their heads to him. Sadly, his wishes could not be satisfied. He asked his mother about it once, but she just shook her head and declared, "Royalty are superior to any other. Remember that." Remember, shemember.

At last, the library welcomed his, without bowing, as he sat in the middle of the room and picked up a random book titled Unsolved Letter, a book he was forbiddon to look at, let alone read. Instead, the book that was constantly shoved into his hand was Great Princes of the Past and How They Ruled or something along that line.

Looking at the book, he decided he didn't feel like reading, so he laid his head down on the cold, hard table, closing his eyes, suddenly feeling the energy being drained from him.

Not being able to sleep, he just lay there, eyes shut, listening to the castle, trying to hear beyond the castle walls. Were there boys his age? Playing pathetic games in the scorching sun? Suddenly the doors creaked and a head with auburn hair glinting on it appeared, astonished at the library, or at him? She was staring right at him. The two Earth coloured eyes clash with one another, observing each other, wondering who will do what...

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They meet once again! What will happen??

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