I actually like this chapter, much better than the other chapters I've written for Cece. So enjoy!
It felt like everyone was staring, and Haru did not like it.
Yes, Cecil was royalty, and royalty caught many eyes, Haru understood that. However, having been in Agnapolis for a few months she felt the eyes on her more than anyone else.
The idle chatter of the people- more than likely discussing the next rulers of the country, but also discussing her.
Their child's blood was only one fourth from this land, and the rest was Japanese, it wasn't a good way to quite get favor in your hand- even if you were considered a muse.
No matter where she turned now, she could hear them talking about her, or so it felt. It was just so overwhelming!
"Cecil- can we please get out of here?" She asked, trying to keep her voice steady. Emotionally, she felt out of whack at the moment, and frankly, she just wanted to cry.
Quickly, her husband pulled her into a quiet, empty building- and almost instantly she was in his arms sobbing her heart out.
"Shh, shh, it's okay." He hummed, his hand gently running up and down her back. "What's wrong?"
The sound that first emerged from Haru's lips was shaky at best, and not a word could be understood.
"It's okay, take a deep breath and tell me."
With a bit of force on her part she did as instructed, and slowly she calmed down.
"Can you tell me?" He asked, noticing that she seemed okay.
"Hormones." She replied, a hand going up and rubbing her red eyes.
"Ah, got it, but no matter what- I'm here for you."
She smiled, even when she was a mess, he could manage to put her back together.