Hey! Yeah I know that I haven't updated in like I don't know... I wrote this one in two days and on the same day that I finished this, I felt a little guilty about not updating so I also wrote another chapter on the same day but I'm not yet finished with that so sorry! I was planning to publish it too but... I dont have time... sorry! Looking back on how I updated with like a huge amount of chapters, I feel really jealous of myself... if you get what I mean.

BUt, anyway, I really hope that you will enjoy this! There will be a little message at the top or bottom on the next chapter talking about my plans for this fic when I actually get it done... "

Thanks for reading and I hope you'll enjoy!

"Please excuse my interruption your Highnesses, but we have arrived." Syaoran jolted awake, startled but quickly resumed his composure.

"Thank you, but please unpack our things and help move it," he asked politely.

"Of course, your majesty!" the coachman proudly stated. "It is my duty!"

"Yes, duty..." Syaoran muttered as he held his head with one hand. It hurt from leaning on the hard material of this carriage, but at least he slept for a good few hours. He looked down and immediately froze. That's. ..right. He married this girl yesterday and she had the nerve to fall asleep on him. But no matter, he was still tired and was bound to be even more the next day.

Groggily, he tried to wake her up but she just kept on snuggling closer to him. Exasperated, he did the only choice available. Still a little tired, he scooped her into his arms and stepped out of the carriage. She slid closer to his chest in search for warmth and protection from the night breeze.

This summer house was his favorite. There were no fences or gates besides the one at the front entrance, but that one was for decoration. There was no iron or metal barricaded his windows. Here, he felt a bit more free. Of course, there were some officers patrolling at night, but compared to the palace, here it was much, much less.

There were other things he liked about the house too. There was a garden in the back; it reminded him of the one back home. Usually if Eriol needed him, he would usually find Syaoran there either sleeping or just staring off into space. He closed his eyes in the precious memory of him relaxing on the grass, and watching the puffy white clouds float by.

The girl in his arms stirred, but once again settled down as he started for the gate. The watchers saluted to him while opening the door and he nodded in a silent reply.

A tall, slim woman in the mid twenties rushed forward as Syaoran made way for the stairs. "Young Master! You're back!Welcome!" "I am not 'Young Master' anymore Amia," he protested, but allowed the woman to hug him.

Amia was the head maid at the palace, but moved to his summer house when it was short on staff. She was one of the few people Syaoran allowed them to get closer to him; she was a woman he respected.

He first met her here at the summer house when it was his first time coming here. Since he was the only prince and heir to the throne as his sisters refused, servants were often cautious and pretended to be happy when he was around. They would do anything may it be begging or groveling at his feet if he asked, but Amia wasn't like that.

She respected herself as a human being and treated him like another human being who is of equal worth and stature as any other person, instead of a king. To say it easier, when he first met her, he was a cold, selfish six-year-old brat and she was an apprentice in her teens. So, instead of treating him of the highest respect, Amia treated him like well a six-year-old brat.

She made him feel some emotions that the elders had ruthlessly sealed, but not necessarily only the good ones. She made him feel angry, annoyed, and irritated when she teased him, just like his sisters but unlike them, she didn't squeal and mention how adorable and whatnot he just teased him along the same wavelength as with Eriol and became a great friend.

But, she also unlocked the feelings of trust and pride. The elders scolded him when he ever felt pride in completing and mastering a sword move or a spell that he spent his time learning and practicing. The elders told him not to trust anyone, in fear of the kingdom's downfall through betrayal. The elders complained about everything.

But, Amia made Syaoran remember to never forget emotions, and that an unemotional king was as good as a novice king. She was the one who persuaded him to trust a person or in his case, Eriol. He never regretted; Eriol though annoying, made a great friend who he can confide all of his secrets too. Therefore, Amia was treated like family.

"Young Master?" Syaoran snapped back into reality from his thought. "Sorry."

Amia laughed, while shaking her head. " I said, aren't your arms getting tired? And the girl looks rather cold now."

Syaoran looked down at the girl, and she did rather look cold, slightly shivering and trembling. "Yes, is the Flower Room open?"

"Of course, come on." The tall woman went up the stairs elegantly, and her dress swished and swayed. He followed her every step, even though he knew the way.

Amia went down several hallways and finally came to a room all the way down, the last one to the right. She opened the door and lit the candle. Syaoran shuffled his feet impatiently as she lifted the covers slowly and adjusted the pillow.

"Settle her down softly since she's still sleeping."

"Why would I not?" Syaoran retorted quietly.

Giggling, she responded, "Because you don't look like you would."

Rolling his eyes even though he knew she wouldn't be able to see, he set her down softly, quietly and he stepped back to let Amia do her work.

Pulling the covers over the sleeping girl, Amia commented, " I know that this marriage might not have been in the best... What I'm trying to say is that even though this marriage isn't...ummm..."

"Spit it out Amia. I don't have all night you know."

Whirling around, she focused her clear blue eyes into his autumn orbs directly.

"Don't treat this girl unfairly alright? I know you two just met and there is a very good chance knowing you that you two might not be on the best terms, but do give her a chance to at least be friends with you or something. She seems like a nice girl, and just-"

"Alright, alright I hear you. I'll give her chances," Syaoran muttered, while sighing cutting off eye contact. He forgot how pushy this person sometimes got.

Amia smiled, flashing her grin at him while turning around to fix the bed covers properly and take off her shoes. "There, I'm glad we didn't wake her up. Now shoo, shoo. Let's give the girl some peace now."

She grabbed the golden candle holder which gleamed and glowed in the darkness and made motions toward Syaoran, indicating that he too needed to leave.

Syaoran moved towards the door however when he reached the doorway, he couldn't help but glance at the sleeping beauty before Amia closed the door with a small thud.

She slowly opened her eyes, only to be met with blinding sunlight. Patiently waiting, she eventually adjusted to the light and sat up carefully and cautiously. Glancing around the room, she got up and slipped on her precious glass slippers. Looking down while she put them on, flashbacks flew through her mind as she saw her wedding dress.

She shivered and giggled quietly knowing how much of a fuss Tomoyo was going to create about her ruining the dress that she worked so hard to create. Curiously, she walked about in the room and had to restrain herself to not touch some of the things that were neatly placed on tables and dressers and such.

The room that she had slept in was gorgeous and huge. The whole room had a theme of white, pink, and flowers. The walls painted in white had soft looking curtains draped over huge windows that reached to the ceiling to the floor. These huge windows were placed on two walls of the room, meaning she had the farthest room, she deduced ( AN - one faced the path at the front entrance, while the other faced a training field/field-for-fun OvO) .

There were light pink or white tables and dressers scattered neatly across the room. The bed that she slept in was a huge four-poster white oak bed with soft pink covers and pillows. The curtains were a soft pinkish-white and the white posts had fake vines that climbed up the posts.

The whole room was beautiful, but she liked something else the best. Right in the middle of the two large windows near the bed had huge double set glass doors. She swiftly walked over there and energetically threw open the doors.

They led to a huge white balcony of which she could see a huge glimmering green field that stretched and stretched on and on into the distance, before getting blocked by an awaiting forest. Her sparkling emerald orbs shone with joy and energy as she breathed in the fresh air.

It was so beautiful and quiet here! The fresh smell of pine trees and the warm rays basking her felt incredible. It was very different, compared to the castle back at home where it was always noisy with all the tasks that servants and soldiers had to do. That thought caused the smile to fade away and her happiness with it. That's right. She was married and she wasn't here for a vacation or for fun.

Suddenly there was a knocking on the door that interrupted her thoughts. She walked back in and closed the balcony doors before making her way to the door to answer.

"H-Hello?"

"May I please enter?"

"Oh, of course!" Sakura opened the door and moved out of the way to let a young woman enter.

She was a tall, beautiful woman who appeared to be in her mid to late twenties. She had long silky looking light blue hair tied in a ponytail and the ends were slightly curly. Her clear sky blue eyes seemed in glitter in the sunlight and she had a smile on her face.

"Hello, I'm going to be your temporary maid today. My name is Kimura Amia," she introduced while bowing down.

" Oh-oh, umm.. I'm Kinomoto Sakura or now that I married, Li Sakura. Nice to meet you," Sakura stuttered while bowing down also.

The tall woman came back up and smiled. "Is it alright for me to be impolite with you?"

"Oh of course! I was just about to ask you!" Sakura exclaimed.

Amia grinned and released all the tension in her. "Well, hi! I hope to get to know you better! You know, you are a lot cuter that I thought. Beautiful too and I love your eyes! Blue and green are my favorite colors." Sakura smiled as Amia went on and on.

She was like Tomoyo and she had a feeling that Amia would make a great and loyal friend. She giggled, cutting Amia in midsentence. She stared at her and Sakura was confused so she cocked her head to the side, while scrunching her eyebrows.

"What?"

Amia shrieked and jumped on her, hugging her tightly.

"Whoa! What's wrong Kimura-san?"

"You are just so adorable! Can I call you Sakura?"

"If only I get to call you Amia."

"Deal!"

The two girls separated and giggled and laughed. "You know what? I like you, let's be friends!"

Sakura was a little surprised at her little direct outburst, but smiled all the same. "Yes, let's become great friends! I have a friend back home who is really like you."

Amia grinned, but straighten up. "Come on! It's time to get you ready! I am still your maid and I do have duties you know!"

Sakura couldn't help but giggle. She just kept on getting swept away by Amia's flow of doing things.

Amia led to another door that was across from the bed and opened it in a flashy way by opening it suddenly and stepping to the side while extending her arms to the entrance. "After you." Sakura giggled at her new friend's antics and went in.

It was an enormous hallway with clothes or accessories in every direction. They were hanging up or sitting on the floor, just surrounding her in cloths.

"Aki-Amia. What is this?!"

Cocking her head to the side in plain confusion, she replied. "It's your closet. What did you think it was?"

Gaping, Sakura twirled around, her dress swooshing along with it, just soaking in these different colors of dresses, nightgowns, riding outfits, jewelry, shoes, everything. Coming to a stop, she faced Amia who was smiling.

"It's amazing!" she exclaimed, but changed her mind a little after a bit. "But, it's a little too much isn't? I mean, there are hundreds of dresses in there and they are all equally beautiful, but I don't need all of this! I could just take a few and be fine with it. I don't even need accessories and I could just wear one or two pairs of shoes."

Amia grinned wider and clapped her hands together. "Thank goodness! Oh the thought of me having to serve a spoiled queen was making me spin last night, but I had a feeling you weren't when I saw you last night. It's a good thing huh?"

Sakura laughed and covered her mouth with her hand to stop. "It was a test wasn't? I somewhat thought so. Even though I met you, your movements felt a little strained. Just a little bit!" she correct, giggling at the fake horror on Amia's face.

"But, I mean I didn't really mind. I really like you!" (AN - this is a SS fic. Though you may already know this, Sakura means it in a friendly way and Amia knows this too. They are going to be friends in this fic and again if I use her in another fic.)

" Awww... You are just so adorable!" Amia exclaimed. Wow, she is a lot smarter than I thought, Amia thought.

Amia shook her head her blue curls flying , almost forgetting her reason of being here."Come on. It's time to get you ready for breakfast with the Young Master."

"Young Master?" Sakura questioned while being led to a changing room.

"The king. Now, get undressed while I look for your new outfit. What's your favorite color?" Amia asked while shoving her into the changing room. "

I love pink and white, but I don't care what I wear. Anything works!"

"Alright, after you undress, I'll lead you to the baths. Don't worry, I don't like you that way and besides we're both girls. Still, there is a nightgown in there if you still want to wear it. Call me if you need help! I'll be somewhere in this maze."

Laughing she called out, "Thanks!" As she started to get out of the dress, she thought that even though this was an unknown place, at least she made a friend who would help her through this.

Oh whew! Wow, I think that was my longest chapter so far by like a hundred words... = v = But, yeah sorry for the late update!

This is a SS fic. Syaoran and Amia do not have feelings for each other except like family and friend kind of feelings. It will be the same for Sakura and Amia. Just making my point! ^^/

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