Green Fields, Portia, June 1827
Dearest Lady Miku,
My kind friend, we have learned Sir Leon's condition from a letter Clara sent us. If we can be of any help, pray do tell us. However, I fear that this letter is not only to sympathize Sir Leon's injuries. I wish not to surprise you with this news, but this happenstance did not occur so long after your departure. It followed your departure, Len chased your train after hearing from mother and I, that he was not a real brother. But danger was with him, he chased your train and fell off a cliff.
It has been a month that you are not back here in Green Fields. It has been a month since Len allegedly died. His body was found nowhere. It has been a month since the last reported incident involving the highwaymen. Green Fields is peaceful again. Please tell Sir Leon our regards.
Yours Respectfully,
Rin Michaelson.
P. S. I have married a week ago, but it would be a lot better if you were to play in my wedding, and Len was there. Be well.
Many years have passed since that incident occurred in Green Fields. For an unknown reason, Sir Leon never went back neither to the farming town nor to the Kingdom of Portia. After he received the letter from Rin, a month after Len's alleged death, telling them about the accident befallen on him, the scholar insisted on moving to the next kingdom - England.
The young lady on her adolescence when she left Green Fields, was now a full grown woman of decorum and simplicity. When she was eighteen, her uncle wished to restore her sight with the aid of his fellow opthalmologist from Essex. Now, at the age of twenty, Miku was known as a witty noble niece of the Chancellor of the Englishmen.
"Come to think of it," Clara said as she fixed Miku's hair. That morning was one of the dull mornings she had, her sour face never smiled for almost nine years - with the exception of formal gatherings held in their new mansion. "It has been two years since you have your sight restored. If I may recall it correctly, you are incessant in conducting the operation on your eyes. What made you change your decision?"
Miku stared at her reflection, knitted brows unchanging. Her amiable smiles were forgotten along the course of time, perceiving the past years as a quick transition for change. She felt a furry friend lie beside her feet, Len's black dog was always with her. There should be one reason at all. "Nobody is left to color my world. I have no news about Rei's whereabouts, and Len is long gone. I suppose you understand my point, miss Clara?"
The attendant tied her hair back and smiled at her Lady's reflection, even if the mistress would not smile back. "No one could stand losing a good friend. You spent a brief time with that two stable lads, big dreamers are they, and such short time you had with them made you attached."
"I never had such good fellows who treated me so well in the colony. You may go, Clara." She dismissed her and remained seated in front the mirror.
Clara nodded a little and turned around to leave, but before she may close the door behind her, Miku clearly heard what she said. "The absence of those boys changed you a lot. I wish to talk to the amiable you, Mademoiselle."
When Miku was left in silence, she heaved a sigh and stooped low to pat the dog's head. It was the only memory Len left her, everything was so sudden for her. If she only knew that the moment she was sent by him back to the manor was the last time they could talk, what could have she told him?
"Little thing, do you miss your masters as much as I miss them?" But her question was answered by the panting of the dog. "I wish I could see Green Fields once more, pay a visit to Len's little shack, or meet Rei and witness if he has become a knight."
But the dog blinked at her and no response could be expected from the animal.
"If I knew it was the last time we would talk, what could have I possibly said? 'Let us meet later,' I would insist that message still. But when would that 'later' come? Is Len listening to me?" Her forsaken scowl drew on her lips, her hand stopped patting the dog's head as though it lost vigor. "That later would not come, of course."
She remembered how Tonio and Clara described Len and Rei to her. Len had the same flaxen hair with her uncle, and Rei had a dark hair, as dark as a coal. Len had the same eyes like hers, but his eyes were more vibrant. Rei had vibrant amber ones. Both were fair with cheeks reddening when exposed to sun. But even though these descriptions told her a lot, their faces were nothing more than messed up oil paints for her. Ambiguous, vague, how else could she put it in words?
Nine years was quick, one year to go and it is soon to be a decade. Gathering her skirt, she rose and walked to her window, opening it to breathe in the morning air. The sight of the colors of life saddened her, she wished to have this sense back so she could have at least seen the two stable lads with her when she was nine years younger. The noise of the thudding horses distracted her musing, and a horse drawn carriage stopped inside their lawn. Two young women in French gowns ran towards the door, and she knew that today would be an unpleasant day as well.
She dashed towards her door and locked it, the two ladies will bother her precious time. It is too early for their daily visit, and she cannot bring herself down there to face them. They make her every days mundane. Nonchalantly dull and uninteresting. Albeit she is grateful that these ladies never left her alone, they are complete opposites. Lily and Haku are aristocratic harebrained mistresses who value social status.
"Miku?" Her uncle knocked on her door, reminding her that she has to face her visitors. "Your dear friends are already here."
"Dear friends!" She exclaimed, pacing back and forth across her room with an exasperated expression. "Dear friends, you say uncle? Pardon me for my unladylike manner, but how can I call those two 'dear'? I sent a messenger last night to tell them that I do not feel well to meet them today! Today is the ninth year of Len's-"
"Miku. I hope you understand that I do not want his name to be mentioned in this house. Unless I prove his death true, we can talk about him." Her uncle became less spirited after Len's death and when they failed to trace where could have this Madam Prima brought Rei to train.
"I do not believe that someone can survive that cliff, uncle. With all respect, let us accept his-"
"The Queen and King will not be glad to hear these kind of reports, Miku. Do you not wish to see Len alive? Or Rei as a successful knight? Now that you have known why I am residing outside Queenland, are you not supposed to help me find those two possible lost princes?" She heard his footsteps to faint, and it was not so long that he had gone. Sir Leon could have descended down stairs.
She slumped on her bed with the corners of her mouth pulled in a frown, her tears held back. She wanted to see the two, of course. She badly wanted to see them. But it could not be helped, she was powerless and voiceless against her uncle. Glancing back at her reflection, her emotions were gone. Her face, it was plain and sour again.
"My friend," she looked down on her sleeping dog, "promise me that you will not litter my room until this day is over." Her gray shawl was wrapped around her shoulders, complimenting her black partlet and floor-length skirt. "I will clear up to those two how disgusted am I with this kind of arrangement! It is like I never have a say in anything!"
Stomping downstairs, she saw her guests exchanging lighthearted talks with her handsome uncle, sipping on their tea like every other day. Sir Leon turned to look at her direction, and howbeit blood-related, she still gave him her disapproval of this whole interaction.
"I completely do not understand how you, girls, care less about how I feel." Miku expressed coldly.
Laughing before answering, Lily, the one with blonde wavy hair, chirped, "you do not look like you are not fine! Your brows cock mightily!"
She was slapped by her sister, as the older lady commented, "it is my suggestion to pay you a visit. I thought we can cheer you up, especially this event tonight. Your kind uncle had given his permission already."
"Uncle!" Miku scurried to her uncle in disbelief, "without my consent!"
"You deserve some fun. It has been a decade since I saw you enjoy, after those two lads. Suit yourself, Lady Miku. And if you will allow me, ladies, I have a busy day waiting ahead. Have a good day." Leon picked up his hat and bowed to his visitors lightly, then disappeared from the front door.
Miku slumped on a couch with her arms crossed, glaring at the two ladies from the opposite seat. She wished to spend this day reminiscing about her dear friends during her dark days, but it was such a disappointment that her uncle could not appreciate her tradition.
"Say, Miku. Prepare for to-night, have a mask with you and wear your best dress! There will be a masquerade ball in the town!" Lily cheered, rising from her seat and clasping Miku's hand. The stubborn lady slapped it away.
"I do not remember agreeing with such kind of petty funfair." Miku glowered at the blonde. "I thought you understood how important this day to me! You are impossible!"
"Funfair? What is this lady talking about, sister?" Lily chuckled gracefully and walked back to her more composed older sister. "We are talking about the gathering among people in masks! It is like a party for all classes, who knows, as long as you are wearing a mask! And I am positive that I can find my future husband in there! It is rumored that the new family in town will hold it."
"Silly! Silly! Truly nonsensical! I do not wish to marry!" Miku yelled, about to run upstairs but Lily stopped her.
"Pardon, fair lady? How old are you?" Mockery, Lily's question is mockery.
"Twenty!"
"Twenty! Twenty and still deprived of a lover! What future awaits for you-"
"I will appreciate it if you will shut your nosy mouth! My affairs and decisions have nothing to do with you, and it is not like I will be an old maid. And being an old maid does not sound bad too," Miku ranted while being dragged towards the quiet eldest lady in the room, Haku.
The white-haired lady smirked against her cup of tea, eyes looked at Miku suggestively. "But the best musicians of Oxford and Cambridge will come to-night to perform. You want to miss them, I see." Haku brought down the cup with a sneer.
"Bribe!" Miku protested.
"This woman is losing her chances to meet the fair knights from Portia, too. I heard there is a knight known for his amber eyes! A strong knight! A perfect gentleman! He is called Rei, you know him, do you not?" Lily clapped at her back and chuckled-that wicked chuckle, and stood behind her sister's seat.
"Tut, chances wasted. We thought you were looking for that boy in your past place, we thought we could lend a hand. But since you refused, Lily and I would-"
"I will see the musicians! Fine!" Miku turned around and walked upstairs, the ladies were left roaring in laughter at the reception area. "Do not leave yet, Beryls. You will help me finding that nonsensical mask!"
Miku disappeared from the flight of stairs, while Lily continued laughing. "Miku uses 'nonsensical' a lot,"
"She expresses herself through that word. There are things she find insignificant at all. Thanks to that young man from Portia for spreading the papers of that masquerade ball. Have you noticed how he looked at our Ring?"
The blonde smiled at her sister, "yes! Is he named Lui? I heard he is a student in Cambridge."
"Father would like Ring to marry someone from Cambridge! But she is still eighteen?"
"Harebrained! Ring could marry if she wished to."
Stomping echoed and Miku came out of the shadows wearing a hat tied on her chin. "Clara! I am leaving!"
Miku and her friends rode the hansom and dashed away from Selbst manor.
The group of knights who recently visited the King stopped at the market of Essex. The King's right hand, more like King Yohio of Portia's Lancelot, Rei, dismissed his knights to take their off to unwind until they consumed all night.
Rei, taller than he used to be, stood in front an inn he wished to spend the night, until a blond man of his age handed him a letter about the masquerade ball coming to town. Ignorant of what masquerade balls could be,-since he has been into battles all the while-he called back the young man and asked, "excuse me, what could this be?"
"I see," the young man smiled brilliantly, "it is a masquerade ball where people come to gather and do whatever they want, with their masks on to conceal identity. You must be foreign to this land, sir?"
"I surely am." Rei admitted. "Thank you."
"I am looking forward to seeing you, sire. I will be performing with other musicians. It is a feast organized by my father to celebrate my admission to Cambridge."
"I will be glad to see that; looking forward for your performance to-night. Farewell." Rei lifted his hat a little and entered the inn, while the blond man rode his bike away.
When Rei was given his room, he collapsed against the bed. When was the last time he had his back laid against a real bed? For the past years, their journeys seemed to appear unending. The battle against Queenland would not end at all. After being pronounced as a knight, and capturing the King's heart easily, Rei was surely living his dreams now. However, he never felt complete.
Staring blankly at the wooden cobwebbed ceiling, he spoke, "I have not seen Green Fields beginning the day I left. Well, there is no reason why go back. The one I want to protect most is . . ."
His memories with Len during their youthful days, where Len would run along his dog and so on . . . it all flashed back to Rei as he closed his eyes. Those golden locks, those blue eyes, those unexpected orations of a dreamer. . .
". . . is gone," Rei rolled over to face the wall and succumbed to slumber. His body ached to have some rest.
Miku stood impatiently outside the hat shop Lily and Haku entered. Her shawl draping on her shoulder earlier, was now on her head even though she was wearing a hat already. Narrowing her eyes once in a while, and turning around to avoid the shiny streaks of the sun, Miku never liked daylight. At least, it was not 'too healthy' if she would stay longer.
"Miss Beryl and Miss Beryl!" She exclaimed as the two went out of the hat shop laughing, handing her a paper bag. "What took you so long? I wanted to have my midday rest in Selbst. The sun is too unfriendly," She rushed downstairs and went straight inside the hansom, ignoring the hand the coachman offered.
"Miss Raleigh?" Haku shot her a skeptical look, unpleased with her rudeness and impatience. "I believe we deserve a 'thank you' instead of that childish behavior."
"This is not childish-"
"You are totally mean." Haku corrected and moved towards the window as Lily sat by her side. They sat face to face with the scowling lady and the hansom moved. "We rummaged the shop to find simplest mask you wished for! You will not even look like an attractive lady with that!"
"It is not good for me to stay long with this brightness." Seated with her arms crossed against her chest, Miku sighed.
"Is that the reason why is your shawl on your hat?" Lily grinned.
"This is something not funny, Lily. We will have our midday dinner at mother's restaurant. And while we are still here, our Lady Miku shall learn the manners her past governesses failed to tell her." Haku, the disciplinarian she was, highly disapprove of defying the social norms. She always ran to Miku's inappropriate demeanor in public, considering such behavior a result of her 'lack of socialization'. However, they only met Miku months after her sight was restored.
"I find it quite unnecessary for you, Lady Miku, to complain since it is your request to go out and purchase a mask. Have you forgotten?" It all fired back to the impatient lady.
Miku was always hardheaded. She refused to follow everything dictated to her, everything she had to do and say when in front of people. If she would be asked, she would not wear corsets and stockings and layers of kirtles and farthingales, for all of it made her feel discomfort. She leaned against her seat and watched the people of lower class walk along the streets, their backs bent in carrying things they have to sell.
"Halt here, mister coachman!" Miku yelled ungracefully, making the Beryls cringe with her high-pitched voice. The carriage eventually stopped and the lady sprang out of it, grace forgotten as she landed on her two feet. "I wish to have a stroll around the Park, Miss Beryl and Miss Beryl," she curtseyed at the two, "and I wish to do it privately. Good day, ladies."
Selbst manor, she wished to get there as soon as possible. But given the circumstances, she would rather walk home than endure Lady Haku's lecture or any sort of lesson Miku was not interested to listen.
Miku turned around and pulled her shawl closer to her eyes, the bright high noon never felt pleasant. Other than the fact that it was a normal summer day, she generally dislike excessive sunlight. Running towards a shady grove beside the Park, she lifted her skirt that encircled her toes, then ran breathlessly.
The Park was filled with couples, probably engaged because most were intimate in public, and she felt rather awkward to spend her day break alone. But dining with the Beryls was not a good idea as well, Haku would emphasize how ill-mannered Miku has been-and Miku knew enough of it, of course. Being mean to both Beryls would drive them away, so Miku could spend her afternoon tea with tranquility.
'Huff!'
Being lost in her thoughts, she crashed against someone and stumbled backwards. If it were not because of those arms who held her in place, she could have fallen on the ground. Her shawl fell off from her head, and her hat fell at her back. The sun shining through the leaves made her eyes squint.
"Milady, are you fine?" The gentleman asked, still assisting her as she wobbly stood on her own.
"I am . . . my eyes," she blinked repeatedly until her sight was vivid again, and looked back to pick up her shawl-but it was taken by the gentleman who assisted her. He politely gave it to her with a smile. "Thank you," she said.
"You keep squinting your eyes," he said and grinned gorgeously. "Are you sure that you're alright?" He removed his hat and his tousled dark blond hair fell above his eyes. This hair color was darker than Lily's, but nonetheless it looked equally fair and very noble.
"Lui! Ye clahthead! Stop blethering-thee keep on using contractions. We are not in Portia." A taller blond approached the gentleman who helped her, his hair was fairer and his eyes were different with the first gentleman. His was sharp and intellectual, inquisitive and toothsome. "By gum! By gum! Art ye courtin' a noble from Essex without her chaperone! How ungentlemanly!"
"Just like Lily," Miku thought and straightened her crumpled sleeves.
The man who helped her flustered and turned around to punch the guy's arm and glared, whispering aloud, "Brother! Ye dussent speak about thy brother so badly in front an English woman! Ah am courtin' no one!"
"Stop making excuses, father is looking for you." In all of a sudden, the taller blond straightened his accent and lifted his hat towards Miku and spoke, "may we invite you and your family to-night at Mellow manor?" He held out an invitation to her and smiled.
Miku held the invitation close to her and watched the two blonds walk away, the smaller one kept on ranting about the disgrace his brother caused. Baffled, she shook her head and tied back her shawl below her chin and left.
"Those blond men looked uncommon," she mused and walked further the footpath. "Or is the right word 'unfamiliar'? They are probably new comers? They spoke differently when it is just the two of them." Her feet stop moving when two men talking passed by her, and she happened to overhear Rei's name from their conversation.
"He is in the Old Oak Inn, isn't he?"
"Sir Rei wants to rest, don't bother coming!"
"Excuse me," she called; the two middle-aged men looked at her blankly, " . . . sire, but have you mentioned 'Rei'? Pardon me for listening to your talk, but is this 'Rei' a knight from Portia?" She asked, hoping and praying that these men would tell the truth.
"He is. Are you an acquaintance?"
Without an answer she turned her back and dashed towards the outskirts of Essex where the Old Oak was. Hiding from the harmful rays of sun by running underneath the trees' shades, Miku hastened her pace to reach the said inn. But before she could cross the street and find Rei, a hansom halted in front her. The door opened and Haku dragged her inside against her will.
Interrupted. Again and again. Miku scowled like a mad cow as the two Beryls glowered at her. It was an unlikely incident to stumble on the same road with these two ladies, especially when Rei was just a street away. No matter how she tried explaining to them that her friend from Portia was there, they would not let her go.
'Meeting him can wait,' they argued. But what was Miku waiting for? She could not possibly wait to see him for the first time. She hoped badly to see him and Len, for her sight was imperil. Her doctor told her about this but it did not dawn to her that it was coming so soon. Now that Len was gone, maybe seeing Rei could not wait anymore.
'He is attending the ball,' Haku informed as they entered the Selbst lawn. 'Sir Lui told us that the knights were given invitations. The whole town could come to-night!'
"Such big audience assures not my attendance," Miku grumbled as she climbed down, only to be scolded by Haku with her ill utterances. The murderous look on Haku's eyes warned Miku not to bark objections. At the end of the day, everything Haku says is final.
"You personally have an invitation while we are invited only by word! Do not complain and just come along. We will pick you up by nine, and Sir Leon shall accompany you to the ball." Haku cocked her brow but made no intimidation to the stubborn lady of Selbst manor.
Miku looked at the rectangular paper she was clutching, then remembered that two blonds who gave it to her when she almost stumbled on the Park. But such kind of news needed not to be told to the Beryls. If they learned that she crashed to a gentleman-never-met, Haku would began lecturing her that she should never speak to a man alone in public, unless introduced by a mutual friend.
Decorum, decorum, Miku hated decorum! It was no more than set of rules made to please people of higher classes, of course. But if all would act the same, peasants, bourgeoise, and aristocrats would never be estranged from each other. She detested social classes next to decorum.
"You want to take it? Two fair men I crossed paths in the Park handed it to me. Maybe they recognized me as Sir Leon's niece? The Chancellor, of course." Miku shrugged and extended it to the Beryls up to the hansom, only to be stared with daggers by the older Beryl. "You can take it, for all I care!"
"You should not give invitations away! Mister coachman, we shall take our leave and come back here half an hour before nine." Lily slammed the door closed grinned at Miku, and they left the lawn just like that.
The lady rushed inside the house with her shoulders sagged. The heat, the brightness and the awkward couples made her feel worn out. This place never felt like home, and she wished to go back once more in Green Fields-where the wind was cool and the people were friendly, but she could not set foot again. Sir Leon spoke of it once, that the war broke beyond the borders of two kingdoms. It worried her since Len's mother and sister could be still residing in the same town. What would happen to them?
Her shawl dropped on the stool with her hat and mask, and she collapsed on the bigger couch while groaning audibly. Clara walked out of the doorway from the study room and eyed Miku disapprovingly.
"What could have caused the sour lady to groan disgustingly?" Clara asked.
"I wish to see the painter, Clara. I want to talk to him." The Lady requested, eyes still shut tight.
"Slouching like that is unbecoming of a lady, Mademoiselle." The attendant remarked and turned around, only to be stopped by the complaining voice of the young mistress. "Young man, Gakupo, is busy talking to someone."
"Can we forget decorum even for a second? I am tired of everything and everyone, and I only wish to live normally bound not with this confirmation of societal norms!-Tell him to meet me later."
"You shan't throw tantrums after a simple reminder, Mademoiselle. What will your uncles say if they hear you."
Clara vanished from the family room, leaving Miku surprised. What could have Clara meant with 'uncles' when she clearly had Sir Leon as her uncle? But was that a big deal? No. Miku shrugged her attendant's remark and picked up her things to spend the rest of the day in her room.
Miku never cared what Sir Leon would say.
'Do not 'um' Miku, it is unbecoming of a lady,'
'Do not play too long! Your dress will be stained with the soil!'
'You can just watch Clara water the flowers, it is her job.'
'You should play violin too. Ladies should be proficient with music.'
'You will study Literature and Arts in Cambridge. You should continue what your mother started.'
For all the years, Miku followed everything Sir Leon told her. She was an obedient niece to her uncle, but the truth was, she never cared. She would comply to his requests but she never internalized what would she benefit from doing all of these. Her image was shaped after the ideal image of a woman in a society, but she was only shaped. Bearing that character would make her someone else, someone else but not Miku Raleigh of Southern Colony.
Call her obstinate, she would not care. Cage her with these rules, however, one could not cage her free mind. Just like the wind that could carry away her distate, she was sure that she would find a way to bring herself away from these rules.
The door slammed behind her as she jumped on her bed, face buried against her pillow. Len's dog was still asleep on its place. The midday breeze sneaked through her open window; the wind laughed like a kind gentleman. Speaking laced with politeness and intellect, the wind whispered her the liberal ideas that would break through the mundane kind of living.
"All shall be equal," it mumbled against her ears, faint like a whisper. "Monarchy slowly loses its power,"
Propping up her shoulders so she could look at the sky, her brows crinkled with the weird ideas the wind was telling her. "Am I that tired, or am I imagining things?"
"Doff the main powers and distribute it equally, through that we could have equality, brother. Monarchs art barmpots, as gormless as peasants who thought they art powerless. They art numerous, royalties art few. If they aren't flayed with the few, Portia's exploited peasants could have been freed long before,"
Rising from her bed, Miku stood from her chair and looked at her window. No one was on the next balcony-which was her uncle's room. Puzzled, she stirred and tried searching for the speaker-who is clearly not the wind-but no soul could be seen. "Is anyone up here?"
The trees rustled but the voice was not heard anymore.
She stared at the trees around the manor and at the empty green lawn, watching the flowers dance with the soft wind. Her chin rested on her arms resting on the windowsill. She was about to leave when the same voice murmured a revolutionary idea.
"Industrial revolution will began in Portia and will spread out in England. Monarchy will breakdown." Then silence. "And to you, fair lady. It is against the convention to listen to private talks."
Miku looked up and caught a blue violet, but seen never a glimpse of the speaker. A blue violet? On what purpose? Hopping down the chair, she ran out of her room and dashed down the flight of stairs to find Clara at the backyard. The attendant was watering the flowerbeds with scornful face.
"Clara! Clara!"
"Milady! Look at you! There is a pail of-"
"Wha-ah!" Miku crashed on the ground after stumbling on the pail of water, the violet she was holding tore into shreds. "My flower!" Clara quickly helped her up and dusted off the lady's skirt.
"Clara! Have you come across a gentleman in here? Someone dropped a violet from the room above mine. Do we have visitors in here?"
"Sir Leon have talked with Sir Rinto. I am surprised to see the gentleman after the incident nine years ago. But I am more surprised that Sir Leon is not mad,"
"Uncle Rinto!" Miku turned around to run back inside the manor, but yelled back to Clara, "the violet, Clara! Pick it up!"
She ran breathlessly towards the study room with her skirt pulled up to give her feet freedom to run, and she dashed all the way. Without asking permission to enter, she barged inside the study room and saw two blonds seated on opposite couches. The first one was her uncle Leon, whose hair was shoulder length; and the other one was a handsome blond with his hair caught up but still reaching amid his back.
"What does a blue violet mean, uncle Leon?" Miku went straight to her known uncle as if the other was not present. "In the language of flowers, what does it stand for? Is it something about liberalism? Freedom? Or something like that? Tyranny, is it probable?"
Perched on a stool, Leon out laughed his niece's query as he motioned her to seat on the other stool. Though unexpected, Sir Rinto (who, she assumed, was the other handsome blond on the couch) chorused with Leon's laughter.
"At least, do not express your intuitions directly and loudly, my dear. Blue violets mean 'watchfulness, faithfulness, and I will always be true.' What ma-"
Miku was alarmed and shot Sir Rinto sharp glares, as she stood and walked in front him, "are you threatening your own niece just because I overheard your conversation? That is horrible, uncle Rinto! Why would you be so wary of me after hearing a few whimsical idea-"
"Hush, milady. I assure you, it wasn't me. I have a lucky guess to whom those whimsical ideas are from-blue violets included." Sir Rinto smiled at her and stood. He was so tall, taller than Leon perchance, as he walked around the room with grace and physique that was highly noble. "And for to-night's celebration, you'll hear plenty of it."
Even if I put a lot of "Haha"s and stuff, my mood is not alleviated at all. :/
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