Deepest Affections
Chapter One
Warm Welcome
Under an old Wisteria, Sarada laid her book on her lap and stretched her arms over her head, dark eyes looking up and admiring the flowers. Seeking the white clouds that peeked through the leaves and closed her eyes.
Her life had always been rather easy, living well and cared for as a Duke's daughter. Well kept and educated, talented and beautiful. She sighed and leaned back on the tree, thanking her good fortune to be able to enjoy such leisure and liberties other girls wouldn't have.
"Miss Uchiha, Miss Uchiha!"
Dark eyes opened and she looked to the side, finding one of her father's footmen. "Yes, what is it?"
"Your father wishes to see you in his study, with… with your mother."
Her brow raised. "My mother?"
The grass crunched under her feet, and the wind blew across her skirt and hair. It was a fair walk down a hill and across a small field to get back to the estate, and Sarada wasted no time dallying or chasing the birds that settled on the ground as she would. It was rare that her father would call for her in his study, what more with her mother. Briefly, she wondered what could be wrong, or perhaps her grandfather would visit.
Light and quick footsteps echoed through the large halls, passing servants and evading them as she ran along. Her giggling got louder with each close call of her bumping into someone.
Her governess caught sight of her and took the opportunity to scold her from atop the stairs. "You mustn't run! It is unbecoming—"
"—Of a lady, I know!" Sarada laughed but continued to run anyway, taking a turn and the light in the hall darkened by an infinitesimal bit.
Her steps were muffled then by the carpet as she took a turn and ran right past a mirror—only catching her reflection for a moment. Sarada ran back and fixed up her hair, rearranging the braid that fell to one side of her shoulder and smiled at her reflection. Dark eyes then drifted to her dress, frowning at the mud that lined the hem of her skirt.
"Whoops," She whispered and thought to change, but her father's voice cut through the open crack on the door to his study, calling for her.
Sarada straightened her skirt and then her posture before walking into the room, spotting her mother sitting on the lounge and smiling at her. Her long, pink hair hung in low curls, a kind smile on her face. Next to her stood the Lord of the manor, tall with fair complexion and with hair and eyes as dark as night. At times, Sarada thought to look at her father was much like looking at herself.
She smiled and bowed lightly. "You called for me?"
"Come and sit, Sarada." Her mother held her hand out, and she obliged, taking a seat next to her. "We received a letter from the king."
"To what do we owe the honor?" The Sarada chuckled. "Does the King miss Papa yet?"
Her father had been close to the king since childhood, even growing up with him. As the second son, Sasuke was thought of as disposable, and her grandfather thought it wise to be a companion to the prince instead, leaving him at the palace and taking his eldest son to groom as the heir instead.
Her father and the prince were like rivals, yet were without a doubt, inseparable friends.
The Uchihas had always been a powerful family, but it was only her grandfather who inherited the title of Duke, thus raising their name and station. The eldest son, her uncle Itachi, was foolish to abruptly denounce his claim as heir, leaving it to the second son to uphold.
Thinking that the pressure of needing to marry into a higher station was evaded, Sasuke married the Royal Physician's apprentice instead. Sasuke had just married then, and started his own family, living close and at times well in the palace. When Sasuke received a letter, Sarada was only nine, and the family left for the Uchiha Manor right after the prince's coronation.
A day that Sarada often thought about.
"Not me," Sasuke smirked and placed a hand on his wife's shoulder. "Sakura."
"Mama?" Sarada squeezed her hand. "What for?" When a realization dawned on her, she gasped. "Is he ill?"
"No, no." Sakura soothes her. "You remember the princess, Himawari? Her condition has worsened and the king feels she needs more attention."
"You mean a better physician," Sasuke scoffed and walked to his desk, pulling the letter out. "It seems Naruto has business with me as well."
Sakura rolled her eyes, but a smile was on her lips. "The new Royal physician has… questionable methods, but I heard they were sufficient."
"Naruto doesn't trust him," Sasuke deadpanned, and made Sarada flinch. Her father's familiarity with the king was novel to her but she always found it strange that he would utter his name like an equal. "Himawari needs to be seen and to be in better health. Naruto also invited me as an adviser in his council."
Both of them were going? "I—that's… fortunate, is it not? I will take good care of the manor in your absence." Sarada did her best to grin for her parents. She had never parted with them for a long period of time, but by the sound of her father's announcement, she already knew she would be lonely for a while without them.
"What are you saying?" Sakura laughed lightly and tucked her daughter's hair behind her ear. "Darling, you're coming with us."
"What?" She breathed, looking at her father for an explanation. "Who will keep the manor?"
"I have asked your uncle to attend to it." Sasuke sat down and pulled out a parchment and his quill, no doubt already writing his response to the king. "As for you, I want you to pack your belongings. We will be staying there for a long while."
"I don't… understand." Sarada looked at her mother again. "The king has asked for me? Whatever for?" It didn't make sense. The king had always been kind to her when she was a child but never wrote to her personally, or even heard from her father had he inquired about her well being.
"He has been generous. Offering your mother a new position and a wage, as he has for me." Sasuke placed his elbows on the desk and laced his fingers together in front of his face. "As he knows how fond of you your mother and I are, he asked that you come with us and even offered to commission the royal tutors for your education." He scoffed. "Not that you need it. My daughter is already far smarter than any lady in waiting."
Sarada was floored, but stood from the lounge and approached her father, barely containing her excitement. "An education? Will I get to access the royal library?"
"I can make arrangements." He nodded.
She squealed and held her father's hands in hers. "I would love to go! When do we leave?"
Sakura and Sasuke exchanged eye contact for a few moments, her lips set into a fine line while Sasuke kept his face unreadable. Finally, he looked at his daughter and replied, "Tomorrow."
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Her mother came into her room, rather bare with her belongings all packed. Sakura held two things in her hand, a pair of diamond earrings and a ring. Sarada put the earrings on and admired the ring on her finger. It was beautiful and far fancier than the jewelry she usually wore.
"I know you've been to the palace before, darling." Sakura sat on the bed with her. "But trust things will be different. You're a woman now."
"Is that why you gave me these?" She grinned. "I will be careful, Mama. I have no plans to let any gentleman woo me or be married while we're there." Truly, marriage was something expected of her and something some of her cousins teased her for. She was well overage, and yet she had never entertained a suitor. Her father would have none of it, and neither would Sarada. Living without consequence seemed much better than being someone's wife.
Her mother averted her gaze for a moment and chuckled before looking at her face. "Don't close yourself to the idea, you might fancy someone while you're there."
Sarada snorted. "I doubt it, Mama." Not even the most handsome of faces could steal her heart. "Perhaps if someone outwits me, I will consider."
"Not even the prince?" She teased.
She gasped. "Mama! Don't tease me like that!"
Sakura only laughed. "You two were rather fond of each other when you were kids. Don't you remember?"
"He always got me into trouble!" She puffed her cheeks. "Skipping his lessons and dragging me into whatever hair-brained scheme he came up with to entertain himself."
Sakura wagged a finger and flicked Sarada's nose lightly. "You were the one who caused trouble, dear daughter."
Her cheeks flooded with heat and Sarada turned away. "I don't recall."
"Maybe you will soon enough," Sakura replied.
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It was a long and tiresome ride to the palace that dragged on for weeks. The king's men came at dawn, ready to escort her family. Their servants were already loading the carriages with trunks and other things that they had packed and some accompanying them at the palace. Sarada felt pity for one of the footment who carried her trunk, it was full of books and she could only imagine how heavy it was to carry.
The carriage ride was rather quiet, her parents reading most of the way. Sarada kept her eyes out and admired the fields and towns that passed. It had been nearly a decade since she last traveled so far.
By the time they reached the palace, it was almost nightfall, the sky cast in bright orange and pink hues. There was a party of nobles who welcomed them, a few faces she had recognized immediately.
The man with dark hair stood straight, but his eyes had a slight droop in his dark eyes. "Lord Nara," she whispered to herself. One of the king's most trusted advisers.
He welcomed the three of them, bowing and showing them the way into the palace.
"I am sure you're tired," Shikamaru smiled. "But I apologize as the king and his family are too excited to wait. You will have an audience with them in two hours and… They wish for your presence for dinner." Shikamaru smiled at Sarada and Sakura. "All three of you."
"His majesty is too kind." Sakura smiled.
"Indeed," Sasuke agreed. "Well, it sounds as if we cannot refuse."
"You shan't." Shikamaru smiled tightly. "I will have an escort come to fetch all of you after you have gotten ready."
"Thank you." Sarada and Sakura curtseyed.
Sarada was ushered into her own room, and it was far larger than the one she had in the manor. The balcony was large and had a lovely view of the garden. Even her mother had her own room, and she laughed at the thought. Whoever thought that they could separate her parents for the evening was dead wrong.
Her servants unpacked her belongings while one prepared her a bath and another her gown. As much as she dreaded needed to be puffed and perfumed, it was all necessary. In the palace, she was no longer the daughter of the head of the household—and she knew this. Her carefree days as a Lord's daughter was long gone, as the walls had eyes and ears. During their travel, it was all she could think about. Watching her manners was one thing, but to restrain her so-called childish wishes—especially her tongue—was not her forte.
"You're a woman now."
Sarada sighed. Indeed she was, and ought to be wed and be a dutiful wife with a good temperament. To be agreeable and submissive. She rolled her eyes at that, and turned around when she was called. Her bath was ready and she had to start because she could not be late to meet the king and his family… his family. She bit her lower lip and followed to her bath, allowing two of her attendants to remove her clothes and usher her into her bath. As much as she wanted to soak and relax, they made haste, washing her hair and scrubbing her skin clean, removing all the traces of her travel, and as she watched the dirt fall off, Sarada felt as if they were scrubbing more than that away.
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The halls were much larger, the floor sparkled and so did the walls, the ceiling was covered in art, of angels dancing and playing in the clouds. It was difficult for Sarada to keep her gaze on the ground, as the grandeur was nothing like she had ever seen before. For a moment, she had forgotten all about him, and where she was being led to that very moment.
Her father and Lord Nara spoke quietly ahead, right behind were their wives, catching up with lost time. Next to her, walked their son, Shikadai. They had met before, and Sarada often played with him, too, as he was always around the prince. Nearly as much as she used to be.
"It's been a while since you were here, my Lady. Your absence was felt." Shikadai smiled.
Sarada was still admiring the art but responded to him. "Shall I take it that it was boring for you, my Lord? Or have you not found a worthy contender for chess?" Finally, she faced him and grinned. "It's good to see you again, too."
Shikadai laughed. "No one plays chess like you do, but boring—well, I don't think about it too much. Troublesome describes it more."
Her brows lifted. "What troubles you?"
He gave her a sly look before shifting his gaze to the door that they all stood before. They were announced and it creaked open, revealing the throne at the end of the room. "I think you'll find out soon enough, Lady Sarada."
Sarada turned to face the throne, eyes widening at the man who sat on it. He had a smile on his face, and he regarded them all warmly. The king had aged since the last she saw him but he had the same aura, making you want to gravitate toward him. He stood, and raised his hands. "Welcome, my friends."
Next to him sat the queen, a kind smile on her face. She too stood, and clasped her hands together. Behind her was the princess, who remained seated, but had a smile so bright and kind.
Sarada swallowed as they all walked forward, bowing low to him. She peeked under her lashes at the last royal who stood by his father, standing tall and proud. Much to her surprise, his blue eyes were on her.
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By the invitation, Sarada supposed dinner would have been an intimate affair. However, the selection laid before them seemed more like a feast that suited their Christmas table far more than a simple dinner among friends. Sarada sat next to her mother, and across her, the prince. Eating was always a pleasurable experience but her posture was rigid due to the unrelenting attention she was receiving. Bringing the wine to her lips, she peeked at the prince, who quickly looked down at his food and took a bite. He may have looked innocent but the smirk on his lips said otherwise.
Sarada put the glass down, and couldn't help but smile herself. Turning her attention back to her food, her lips curved a little more, feeling his gaze on her now. As she flicked her eyes to him, their eyes met for a moment before he turned to face his friend instead, and started a light conversation with him, again pretending he wasn't just observing her a moment ago.
She snickered when she heard him talk about the weather to his friend as if he had the utmost fascination for the summer.
"Yes… I suppose it would be good to go for a ride tomorrow." Shikadai raised a brow and wiped his mouth. "Lady Sarada, why don't you come with us?" He grinned slyly at the prince. "It's been years since you've last been, the changes might surprise you."
"Oh…" Sarada grinned. "I don't think it's the scenery that may surprise me, my Lord. I would be honored if his majesty allows it." She bit her lower lip just as Boruto turned to face her, regarding her thoughtfully.
"Wonderful suggestion, Shikadai. I'm perfectly fine with Miss Uchiha joining us." He spoke clearly, his smirk returning before he turned his attention back away from her.
Shikadai shifted his gaze on them both before sighing and picking up his fork again. "Alright, your majesty. I shall have it arranged."
Sarada smiled and lowered her gaze, taking a bite at her food. Things really were different now, and they would no longer be children running around the stables and hiding from Boruto's tutors, but riding horses instead. As confident as she was in her riding, Sarada knew tomorrow's game would be far harder than staying on the horse.
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The next day, her attendants woke her before the sun had risen, quite in a frenzy as the young Lord had sent for her to be present in the stables within the hour. She struggled to open her eyes, the night before had her sleeping restlessly, even if the bed she had now was soft and comfortable, it wasn't hers. The servants all worked fast, getting her out of bed, washing her off and pulling out her riding attire. Sarada felt a lot better wearing the boots but frowned at the frilly dress her governess chose. Even the hat seemed unnecessary, yet they were all insistent that the sun would be bad for her skin.
She rolled her eyes and wore it anyway. Right on time, Shikadai's attendant was at her door, ready to escort her to the stables. The walk was quite long, but refreshing for her since there weren't many nobles out just yet. Only the servants, rushing about and preparing linens and food to be brought to their respective masters' tables. Her mood lifted, thinking it was a lot like how it was back home.
The air was still rather chilly, but the smell of grass was welcome and it crunched under her boots as she approached the stables. Shikadai was already there, brushing a black-colored stallion. It was huge and looked healthy. To her surprise, Boruto was already there too, attending to a chestnut stallion.
She took a step back and curtseyed, greeting them both a good morning. "My Prince, my Lord." It felt so strange, having to be so formal like this. There were servants who lingered about, and Shikadai hasn't even shown her much familiarity, especially the Prince. He wasn't cold to her, but since supper, he hasn't even directly spoken to her or started a conversation.
Shikadai greeted her back and told the stable boy to finish preparing a horse for Sarada to ride. The stable boy nearly stumbled on his own feet, disappearing into the barn to pick a steed to suit the lady. Sarada simply stood a few feet away, watching Shikadai finish strapping on the saddle and mounting it immediately. He moved out of the way, and onto the grass, leaving Boruto by his horse and the stable boy pulling out a horse for Sarada. It was cream-colored and quiet, reminding her much of her own horse in the manor.
There were three of them preparing the horse for her, making sure the saddle was on correctly and the reins as well. Her excitement was bubbling, wanting to feel the wind in her hair. Sarada subconsciously grabbed the bulk of her skirt, hiking it up to ready herself to mount the horse. But seeing the stable boy gawk at seeing more than her ankle, she remembered herself and dropped her skirt immediately, clearing her throat.
"I will… ride sidesaddle." Sarada muttered and turned her back to the horse, waiting for the attendants to help her up. How she hated needing to get someone to do something she could have done herself happily.
The prince was the one to move before anyone else, coming to stand in front of her while shaking his head. "I suppose you haven't changed over the years." He hummed, hands taking hold of her waist before she could conjure up a response. Boruto lifted her carefully, settling her on the saddle and making sure she was situated and the reins were in her hands before he stepped back.
"Thank you, your majesty," Sarada mumbled, refusing to look at him for her face was feeling a little too hot. She didn't dare move her horse until Boruto mounted his and led the way, with her following behind.
A small pout formed on her lips, as one hand came to touch her waist, just where his hand was earlier. Standing before her, she realized how much taller he had gotten, a light chuckle escaping her lips as she recalled she used to tease him for his height. And his touch… it was warm, gentle and strong.
Boruto galloped ahead to match Shikadai, but he looked back at her with a smile before tilting his head in a gesture for her to catch up to them. "Come along now. Unless you've forgotten how to ride properly."
Hearing him speak to her snapped her out of her thoughts, and made her speed up to keep up, riding next to the prince. She scoffed, "I take pride in my riding, your majesty. Perhaps I would outride y—Shikadai—if I were allowed to ride properly." Shikadai might have been the adviser's son, but his family's station was lower than hers. Surely some redirected teasing would have been fine.
The prince hadn't missed her slip, he knew what she really wanted to say, but the cover-up was far more amusing. He laughed a full and hearty laugh, head falling back before he collected himself and looked to Shikadai. "I think she's challenging you." He mused and then looked back to her, bright blue eyes trailing over her. "It's only the three of us now, feel free to do as you please."
Shikadai smirked and leaned forward to look at her. "I'll accept that challenge, only if Boruto agrees to join."
Sarada sighed, feeling a lot more comfortable hearing Shikadai call the prince by his first name. She looked at her legs before turning back. Their servants were far off, lagging behind on purpose. "Can I really?" She asked carefully.
"Of course. By all means, Sarada."
She tried to keep her squeal to herself and happily lifted her right leg over, not caring for a moment that her skirts were lifted, and fit her boot into the stirrup. A satisfied sigh escaped her lips. "That feels so much better. Now," She turned to face the two gentlemen in her company. "What are we racing for today?"
"How about the winner may have whatever they wish from the losers," Boruto suggested, his gaze settling on her and not even skimming over to Shikadai.
Sarada's dark eyes glinted in challenge. "Boruto, you do realize that I won't be asking for the pastries on your table anymore when I win, right?" She laughed, thinking his usual suggestion would be dangerous to suggest to a greedy noble instead of his friends. "I'm a woman now, and it's unwise you present such an open prize."
"He's going to win, Sarada," Shikadai drawled, and when Boruto wasn't looking, widened his eyes at her, warning her. "No one's steed is faster than his."
"But it's not the steed, it's the rider who wins!" Sarada laughed, confident she would stand a chance against him.
The prince halted his horse, Sarada, and Shikadai lining up alongside him while he raised his left hand and pointed out over the field. "We will race to the old oak there. Whoever reaches it first shall be the winner."
"Very well," Sarada agreed.
Shikadai sighed loudly and held on to the reins and readied himself. "Troublesome. Don't say I didn't tell you this was a bad idea, Sarada."
"What?" She gasped, a grin on her face. "I'm going to win. Be ready to do as I please." Sarada prepared herself, too. Keeping her eyes on the old oak tree, already thinking of things she wanted from the two.
As soon as Boruto gave the signal, Sarada dashed off, surprised by the power her horse had. This was how she liked to ride, fast and free with the wind blowing in her face. She hadn't ridden with Boruto and Shikadai before but she had raced against her uncles and her father. On more than one occasion, she won, since she was a lot lighter than her competitors. Which is why it surprised her when Boruto had gained on her, his horse accelerating faster than hers. Sarada gasped and looked back for a moment to see Shikadai so far off, not even halfway trying to go as fast as she or the prince.
She couldn't help but laugh, confirming that Shikadai hadn't changed a bit. Finding it too troublesome to compete against his competitive friends, he had already given up before it even started. Sarada looked ahead, seeing Boruto steadily ahead of her. Sarada sped up, not wanting to lose. After a few seconds, she had caught up, but Boruto only went faster and reached the old Oak tree before she did.
Although her cheeks were puffed and a pout on was her lips, Sarada couldn't help but laugh. It was a good and enjoyable race. She laughed louder to see Shikadai only halfway to them, and their servants nowhere in sight. Boruto's face was lit with as much humor as she showed in her boisterous laughter. He had his horse circle hers before stopping next to her.
"You're the only person who would be so thrilled to lose." The prince teased her, resting both of his gloved hands on the saddle's horn.
"It's not just the result that's enjoyable, but the race itself," Sarada replied. "And besides, look at Shikadai!" Her attention turned back to him, watching as his horse had now gone to a casual gallop instead. "He hasn't changed at all."
"No, he hasn't," Boruto hummed, grin broad though he didn't look away from her to see Shikadai. "And neither have you, it seems."
Sarada faced him then, a playful smile on her face. "I learned a thing or two. Although, I cannot imagine what his majesty would want from two lowly nobles."
The prince only remained silent, continuing to grin as Shikadai came to join them. "You lazy bastard… could've at least tried."
Shikadai sighed as he stopped his steed next to Sarada. "And ruin your winning streak? I would never dream to shame you like that, your majesty." He mocked and laughed.
"Surely," Boruto hummed. "Sarada will be coming with me. I'll have you take her horse back to the stables."
The laughing ceased and Sarada leaned forward. "I beg your pardon?"
"Take back her horse?" Shikadai asked.
"What—will you have me walk back to the palace?" Sarada asked incredulously.
Boruto did laugh then, urging his horse even closer to hers and offering her his hand. "You will ride with me." He clarified and then added, "and Shikadai will mind your mare."
"I—" Sarada gaped for a moment and blinked. "I don't understand. Where are we going?"
Shikadai smirked. "Well, I'll leave you to it, then. Sarada, if you please."
The lady blinked for a few moments before finally giving up and alighting her horse. She stepped down with a pout, and was sad to transfer the reins over to Shikadai. "I'll miss you," she whispered to the horse before walking over to Boruto.
"Shall I have breakfast set up still?" Shikadai asked.
Boruto looked down at Sarada with a conserved and yet sly smile. "Yes, but have it brought out to the lake. We will be making the journey there within the hour." As he spoke, he dismounted and took her hand in his right, his left moving to the small of her back. "Come along now."
Sarada obliged, feeling it rather sudden and strange that this is what Boruto wanted as his prize. She allowed him to lift her on to the horse, and waited for him to mount behind her. She watched Shikadai snicker before riding away with her mare, and Boruto's arms wound around her, holding on to the reins. Her cheeks flushed, he was far too close to her and she could feel his warmth on her back.
"Is this really what you wanted for your prize?" She faced back to look at him, breath hitching when his mouth was only inches away from hers.
"Are you going to complain?" He asked, not even batting an eye at the proximity. The prince just kept smiling as he nudged his stallion's side to get moving. "I thought this to be a rather simple request. Or were you hoping I'd ask for something a bit more... indecent?"
"Indecent?!" Sarada shrieked and faced forward, thinking of the things he could have asked of her. She sharply looked back and glared at him. "You well know you may do as you please but I certainly cannot." But she knew Boruto and he would not have asked for anything like that, would he?
The prince chuckled under his breath, guiding the horse towards the forest up ahead of them. "No need to worry, Sarada. I have no reason to stoop to such a distasteful level. It has been so long since you were here so I intend only to show you some things of my land that you never had the opportunity to see before."
Her cheeks puffed, but she held her tongue. It had been nearly a decade since she stepped foot into the palace, and when she was a child, her father was too protective to let her wander into the forest unaccompanied. Sarada last went here with her uncle, and on horseback as well. But this time, it seemed so different, seeing it with a new perspective and being with Boruto made it look otherworldly. The trees were tall and old, with little white and yellow flowers on the forest floor. She kept looking around, committing every little detail to memory, how the leaves gently fell and the light streaked between the leaves.
They had been riding for a few moments, just wandering around the trees. Sarada would have feared getting lost but judging by how Boruto commanded his horse, he knew the terrain well. The smell of the earth and vegetation comforted her, leaning back on his chest by the slightest bit and noting how strong he felt behind her.
A few more moments and Sarada found herself leaning on Boruto a little more, comforted by the shade and his warmth. Neither of them had spoken a word, but it didn't feel awkward or hostile in the slightest. Once the forest began to clear, Sarada sat up straight and leaned forward, wanting to see what lies ahead. It was bright, temporarily blinding her and Sarada looked back at him. "Where are you taking me?"
"Just sightseeing." He said, smiling softly at her. "It's a beautiful day for it, don't you agree?"
She hummed and looked forward, eyes widening in delight at the beautiful meadow before her. It was filled with flowers, the sun casting a warm glow over the field and the wind blew gently, making the grass bend. "Absolutely," she breathed.
"I love it here." Boruto told her while they trotted along straight through the meadow. "Oftentimes when I was younger, I would come here to hide and avoid my studies." He laughed quietly. "Until I finally accepted that I don't have a choice in my lineage. It is my duty to know as much as I can, for my people… however, sometimes I still escape."
Thoroughly impressed with his answer, Sarada turned back to face him, this time, not caring for their proximity. "At least I can say some of us have changed." She smirked but it turned into a sincere smile. "I'm glad the people are going to get the king they deserve. Of course, not that your father is any less deserving."
"I just grew up is all." Boruto said, smiling wider again. "And yes, I do hope to be a just, knowledgeable, and fair ruler when I become king."
"I'm sure you will do well." Sarada smiled softly. "If you have learned to use your creative troublemaking ways for the better, then I suppose you may even make this kingdom richer."
"I have learned a lot over the years." He said, returning her smile with a tender one of his own. "What about you, Sarada?"
"I still love to read," she hummed. "Mama says my drawing has improved, and I can fairly play the piano now." Sarada laughed at that, thinking her uncle was probably just being too kind but she was not one to discredit her progress either. "Between you and I," she whispered, "I think I can still beat Shikadai in a game of chess."
Laughing lightly, Boruto shrugged his shoulders and took a moment to settle down. "He's still fond of the game. I am sure he would appreciate having you play with him. You will have to show me these skills, Sarada. I'm rather intrigued by the piano. I have an artist friend I could introduce you to as well."
Sarada chuckled. "I suppose you have made a lot of new friends. I would be delighted to meet them. And play chess with Shikadai, of course. Perhaps with you as well."
"Ah. We will have to do that sometime. I think I can spare the time." He had the horse turn and head towards a hill in the distance. "And next time, I suppose I will let you have breakfast before I whisk you away."
Sarada giggled and leaned back on Boruto again, enjoying the view from where she sat. "Breakfast does sound good. If I had won, I would have asked for some of that strawberry cake I loved. Or have asked for something absurd and request you to commission a play in my honor."
"Cake for breakfast?" The prince scoffed. "Brunch I could see, but breakfast? That is highly unhealthy, Sarada. Tell me, what kind of play would you have wanted?"
"Do not judge my food preferences!" She laughed. "Wasn't it you who would sneak out of your bedroom early to take cinnamon rolls from the kitchen before they serve it to the Viscount's daughter?" After settling down, she hummed. "I am not so sure what I would like in a play. Perhaps about a young woman, we don't get many plays like that. One who values… knowledge and freedom over her vanity." Sarada knew she was overreaching. Such a plot would be unheard of, and heavily criticised. "No one but I would want to watch something like that. It's silly." She faced forward, realizing how ridiculous it was. Not to mention an expensive luxury she should not even be considering.
"I would watch it." The prince admitted softly. "Honestly, it sounds quite interesting and unique. We need more things like that to enjoy."
She smiled, touched by his kindness. "Then perhaps we can watch together, in an empty theater." Sarada giggled, still convinced no one would want to watch such a thing.
"Oh!" She exclaimed as the lake came into view. It wasn't as large, but the water looked beautiful, sparkling in the morning sun. The servants were just finishing up, setting the cloth on the ground and laying the food in trays about. As the food had been arranged, the servants began packing up the unnecessary items before loading them on the cart and walking back from where they came.
Her excitement only grew as they came closer to the lake, and breakfast was certain to be as delicious since she was dining with the prince. Boruto halted his horse by a tree and dismounted, holding his hands out for her to help her off. Sarada placed her hands on his shoulders, right before he held on to her waist and lifted her. Her feet touched the ground gently, looking up and noticing just how much he had grown. "You're taller than me now."
"Of course I am. I'm not a little boy anymore, in case you haven't noticed." He winked at her before his hands fell from her waist, one arm settling around her, hand casually resting on her hip while he led her over to the blanket.
"I certainly hope you're not, I wouldn't want to get into trouble with your tutors again." She laughed. Her gaze landed on his hand on her waist, holding her tongue in fear she might mention how warm and safe his touch made her feel.
He ushered her to the blanket and Sarada carefully sat down where the pillows were at. There were trays with a wide assortment of food, surely far too much for only the two of them to consume. There was one pastry she searched for, and grinned when she found it. A small white frosted cake with bright red strawberries on top. She looked at Boruto for a moment before reaching over to take the plate and picked up a fork along the way.
"Don't give me that look," she admonished, but would not be taken seriously for a wide grin was on her face. "I have missed this so." Sarada sliced a piece off and put it in her mouth, eyes closing upon tasting the sweet pastry. "It's as wonderful as I remember," she whispered and picked up the strawberry, putting it in her mouth, but flicked her gaze at Boruto right before she withdrew her fingers from her lips.
"Indeed," he agreed even though he hadn't tasted it for himself. "Maybe even better."
Her cheeks turned pink and she looked away from him, suddenly feeling as if she had done something indecent. "I'm sure you've grown tired of it, it happens when one has had delicious things often, or perhaps may have tried something even better." Sarada put the cake down between them and played with her braid.
"On the contrary, I have very specific tastes. I don't often stray from things I like."
"Then I suppose it would be a great fortune to be one of your favourites." Sarada tossed her braid behind her shoulder and took another plate, filling it with bread, cheese, and grapes for two and settling it between them. There were many things she remembered about Boruto, but she did not recall him ever favouring one thing and one thing only.
Boruto breathed out a quiet affirmative and plucked up a small cube of cheese for a bite. "I suppose. Being selective is a good thing. It makes those things you enjoy that much better."
"That is certainly wise, as is being contented with what one is given. 'Tis better than being a fool and long for things you can never have."
"A noble thought, though I cannot agree. I believe it is best to aim for more, always."
His answer amused her. With every little word he uttered, Boruto proved to her more and more that he really had changed, grown, and was shaping up to be a fine prince and future king indeed. "You have not only grown taller but have become agreeable. I have to say, it suits you, your highness."
"Thank you for thinking so." His blue eyes closed as he smiled at her and finally raised the cheese to his lips, placing it in his mouth and chewing slowly.
They continued to dine in companionable silence, at times conversing and laughing about their past and the trouble they would incite as children. There were a lot of things to discuss, as they rarely wrote to each other. Topics stretched on from books to rambunctiousness, riding and their friends. Sarada was thoroughly pleased to hear that Lady Chocho had been staying in the palace, and will continue to do so for the next coming months as her father was there to deal with matters for the king. Lady Chocho and Sarada were fast friends, often writing to each other while they were away.
The ride back to the palace had Sarada far more comfortable with her closeness with the prince, although embarrassed when they approached the stables and some of the servants had witnessed her with Boruto. Shikadai never returned to meet them, and she had not seen him along the halls, even when she returned to her chambers. Her servants changed her dress, choosing something more delicate and presentable while she had her lunch. Sarada opted to read a book out on her balcony for a while, and when her legs started to fall asleep, she decided it was time to explore the palace.
The more Sarada walked down the halls and climbed up and down the stone stairwells, the more her memories came rushing back, almost enough to hear her and Boruto's laughter as they chased each other around these very halls. She was fortunate enough to avoid any contact with people until she heard a familiar voice. Sarada carefully peeked into the room and grinned when she spotted one of her dearest friends, eating scones and having tea while reading a letter.
"I see you still like eating your scones with salt and butter." Sarada laughed.
The lady dropped her scone, receiving a fright and turned to face her visitor. "Sarada! Upon my word, I wasn't told you have already arrived!" She dropped the letter on the desk and rushed over to her, wrapping her arms around her middle for a big hug.
Sarada laughed and hugged her back. "I find that quite hard to believe since you of all people are always up to date with whatever happens in the palace."
"Oh hush," Chocho pulled back and held on to her hand, forcing her to sit. "Even the finest information takes time, though I did hear a nobleman and his family arrived rather late in the evening but I did not know it was you." Chocho poured some tea into a cup and handed it to her. "If it was your family, then I suppose you dined with the king?"
She hummed and had a sip. It was marvelous. "Yes, we did. With his family as well as with Lord Nara's."
"Oh," Chocho picked a grape and popped it in her mouth. "Then you have been reacquainted with Shikadai and the prince." Her brows raised in curiosity and then slyly added before she could even respond. "You know, I saw Shikadai this morning in his riding attire, it was still rather early yet he was returning to his chambers. When I inquired of his whereabouts, he mentioned something about losing a race and leaving the prince with an honored guest that the prince so wished to spend some time alone with."
Sarada scoffed and hit her friend's arm with the back of her hand lightly. "Stop it! Stop spinning it out of proportion."
"Aha!" Chocho stood from the lounge and pointed. "So it indeed was you! Oh, my goodness, look at you. Not even a day and you already have the prince falling for your charms!"
"It's nothing of the sort!" Sarada put her teacup away and stood to meet her friend at eye-level. Chocho had always been so ridiculous, and it often amused her, but she did not want her friend to think anything of what had happened that morning. "Boruto and I are childhood friends. Surely, you remember and know that. It is no secret of how our fathers are friends, too."
"The latter is not, certainly." Chocho grinned slyly. "But to have the prince the entire morning unaccompanied, and on one horse, I have never heard of any lady receiving such an honor. Until you, my fair lady." She teased and gave her a sly smile. "And addressing the prince by his first name?"
Sarada bit her tongue and took a step back. "As I have mentioned, we are… familiar with each other. As are you and I, me and Shikadai."
Chocho hummed and walked around her friend, taking a seat and piling pastries on her plate. "You mentioned earlier that nothing happens in this palace that I do not hear about, and you are quite right. The prince, as you may have already noticed, is no longer a child. As some would comment, which I do admit myself, has grown more handsome than the king as well and of course is widely adored, although he is polite, he never indulges too many of his admirers."
She sat down and regarded her friend carefully. What Boruto said earlier replayed in her mind. It seemed it was no fib, and certainly not a fault, but for Chocho to take it as a great favor for her to spend time with him… "I am sure the prince has matters of great consequence to attend to, and followed around by his supporters. But surely, you're mistaken. He was simply extending the courtesy to welcome an old friend back."
"I highly doubt that, my lady, but we shall see. There are court ladies who are determined to catch his eye and yet none of them ever even received the honor of being invited anywhere, much less to a game of chess." Chocho continued to talk to her while she ate, and deposited some pastries on a plate for Sarada to eat as well. She took it with gratitude and enjoyed the sweet taste.
"You shall see," Sarada rolled her eyes and chuckled. "In the next coming days, he will no longer notice me, going back to whatever it is that requires his attention. As for me," Sarada took a sip of her tea. "Will also be occupied with matters of importance and I intend not to let the king's kindness for me go to waste."
"What do you mean?" Chocho looked at her, and Sarada recognized the curiosity in her eyes, making her laugh.
"My mother was summoned to care for the princess, while my father will be here as his adviser. As for me, I am here to—"
"—Be wed!" Chocho stood and clapped her hands. "Oh, Sarada, you should have told me sooner! Who will be your match?"
"Wed?!" Sarada repeated incredulously. "You know, all these scones are getting to your head. I am not here to get married or find a match. The king has so graciously offered the Royal Tutors for my education."
"Oh…" Chocho's face fell and she plopped back on the seat. "How boring."
Sarada laughed and sipped her tea again. "On the contrary, I am rather excited. And besides, marriage is something I do not want at the moment. And if you think my parents brought me here to show off and auction like a mare, you are highly mistaken."
The lady sighed and picked up a tart. "You are right. Your father adores you far too much to have you marry. He has been evading the topic for what? Two years?"
"Closer to three," Sarada giggled. "You're right. Father holds me with too high regard. He often tells me no one will be worthy of my hand."
"Not even the prince?" Chocho peeked.
Sarada laughed and hit her again. "You are impossible, Chocho, you know that?"
"No, my dear, I think you are the one who is." She smirked.
After finishing their tea and pastries, Sarada had successfully persuaded Lady Chocho to continue exploring the palace with her. As she had chosen a social butterfly for a companion, it was only natural that Sarada is introduced to nearly everyone they had encountered. The names all rang a bell, as either someone her father or mother had mentioned, or someone Chocho had written gossip about in her many letters. It was strange to put the name with the face but mostly pleasant.
There were numerous rooms in the palace, making her head spin with the splendor of it all. Some rooms she had remembered well, others were completely new. After a few more minutes, Chocho had complained about her foot feeling sore. Sarada was sad to need to stop but felt hopeful as soon as they turned a corner and spotted Shikadai playing chess with another gentleman.
Sarada had never seen him before. He had pale skin, light blond hair, and light blue eyes. Although they were not acquainted she felt as if she was. He looked too familiar to her.
"You should give up now, Lord Yamanaka," Chocho giggled. "No one can beat Lord Nara at chess."
"I believe so," he scratched his head and sighed. His eyes landed on Sarada and offered her a smug smile. "And who might this fair lady be?"
"Lady Sarada Uchiha," Chocho introduced. "Daughter of Lord Sasuke Uchiha, and Lady Sakura, the Royal Physician." She then turned to Sarada. "This is Inojin Yamanaka. He's an artist."
"Ha!" Inojin stood and bowed. "I have heard about your family, my Lady. Perhaps you will be a better match for Lord Nara."
Sarada curtseyed. "Pleasure, Lord Yamanaka. I suppose you are… Lady Ino's son?"
"Yes. I suppose my being handsome must be linked to my mother at all occasions."
Sarada laughed and was grateful she had guessed right. The name was awfully familiar and Lady Ino and her mother had been friends since childhood, after all. It was just a pity she had never met her or her family. But by the sounds of her mother's stories and letters, he certainly did sound like her, too. "I suppose so."
Inojin stood from his seat and offered it to Sarada, who graciously took his offer. Chocho whined at how boring it would be to watch, and so Inojin offered they take a stroll instead and perhaps pass by the kitchen. The lady much preferred that and left Sarada with Shikadai, who was already setting the pieces in their rightful positions.
"I hope you will not vanquish me so harshly, Lady Sarada." He chuckled.
"Perish the thought." She giggled and helped him right the pieces, lucky for her, she had gotten the white side of the board. "I believe I am the one who will be begging for mercy, my Lord."
Shikadai smirked and nodded his head, asking for her to take the first move. Sarada obliged and watched him take his move, and just as quickly took her next move. They continued for a few moments until Shikadai paused and brought his hand to his chin, deep in thought.
For a moment, Sarada leaned back on the chair and simply waited—her next move already planned. In her idleness, her conversation with lady Chocho crossed her thoughts, causing her to purse her lips. "Shikadai…" she started carefully. "What activities do you enjoy here in the palace?"
"Hmm?" He kept his eyes on the board, still deep in thought. "I suppose I like to play, at times participate in archery… perhaps a ride if I do not have much matters of consequence to attend to." He finally made a move. Just as she had expected he would.
"Archery?" Sarada repeated and moved her desired piece, and looked at him curiously. "Who accompanies you?" If she recalled, the Prince always enjoyed outdoor activities.
"The Lords accompany me." He moved a piece, but his brow remained furrowed.
"Does… the prince fancy archery?" Sarada asked, and did her best to appear bored about the matter and moved a piece, taking one of Shikadai's pieces.
The young lord cursed under his breath and sighed loudly. "I suppose, when he is indisposed to other matters." He moved another piece, and took one of Sarada's.
"Oh? What keeps the Prince occupied?" She moved hers and waited before asking, "Who—I mean, what does he fancy?" Sarada bit her tongue and looked away, hoping he didn't catch her slip.
"I believe you are asking the wrong questions, my lady." He smirked and finally looked upon her face. "The question you," Shikadai picked up a piece and pointed it at her, "Should be asking is who does not fancy the prince." Finally, he put the piece down on the board and ate one of her pieces.
Sarada's cheeks burned and her throat tightened, both upon hearing his question and seeing how his rook was standing before her king.
"Check." The young Lord smirked.
A great deal of power came from being born into a royal family. As Prince, Boruto Uzumaki wanted and needed for nothing. Anything he wished for was granted with the littlest effort on his part. All except for one thing.
Ever since she was a young child, his younger sister, Himawari, had been sickly. Her illness was one that couldn't be cured—not with any medicine known to them. It was rare, but manageable most days. Some days she was fine, Boruto would find her giggling and dancing as if she had all the energy in the world. Other days, she couldn't even get out of bed.
Today was a bad day.
It was late morning and Boruto should have been seeing to his duties, but it was hard to leave Himawari's side when she was so pale and lifeless. All she was doing was sleeping and the look of discomfort on her face pained the Prince greatly. He mourned for his sister and remained by her side, holding her hand as a means to comfort her and let her know she was not alone. The bad days seemed to be more frequent lately and even more extreme.
Truthfully, this was the only thing the Prince ever stressed and worried himself over. Anything else was minimal in comparison. While he could have everything else he wanted in the world, the one thing he desired most was out of his reach and that was Himawari's health.
Boruto was lost in a downward spiral of negative thoughts, brooding over the entire situation and wishing from the bottom of his heart that he could come up with a solution when his father entered her room. The Prince glanced over to the King, greeting him with a simple, curt nod before his eyes were once again on his sleeping sister.
"Boruto," Naruto began as he slowly approached her bedside opposite him. "You have lessons at this hour, do you not?"
"I do." Boruto confirmed, though he didn't elaborate. It was obvious that he was not attending his lessons and he didn't intend to either.
The King let out a soft sigh, kneeling where he stood to rest his large hand over his daughter's. "I understand your concern. I know you wish to be here during the hard times. Though Himawari needs more from you. You have responsibilities, Boruto."
"Once she awakens, I will attend to my responsibilities as you wish." He responded curtly, not bothering to take his eyes off of his sister's face. The way her brows were furrowed in her sleep really made his heart twist painfully.
Naruto sighed again, this time in displeasure. As he stood, he removed his hand from Himawari's. "Would it please you to learn that I have called upon the Uchiha to aid us during this time? Lady Sakura is a well renowned doctor, as you know. I expect her skills to help Himawari take a step towards true recovery."
The news came as a surprise but certainly did please the Prince. He knew the Uchiha well, was very familiar with Sakura's expertise in the field of medicine and had been childhood friends with her daughter. Sasuke had quite the name for himself as well and there was no one the King respected more.
"If you have considered such, why wait until now, Father?" Boruto's shock was quickly accompanied by anger and he stood from his chair, finally locking eyes with the King, a fire burning in his own. "You could have summoned them long before now."
"It was impossible… though I did try before now." Naruto admitted carefully. "See that you calm down and mind yourself, son. There were many circumstances as to why they are only returning now, but we must be grateful. It is unfortunate that our own doctors were unable to do more, but at least there is hope."
The Prince was frustrated and didn't know exactly how to respond to his father. Knowing it best to distance himself so that he could cool down and collect his thoughts, Boruto left Himawari's room without another word. Nothing settled him more than a ride, so he found himself wandering outside and towards the stables without much thought.
His unannounced presence brought about a quiet panic among the stable hands. They each ceased their work long enough to bow and greet him respectfully as he passed them by, but Boruto was in no mood to speak to any of them in return.
Once he stepped into Kurama's stall, he felt himself easing into a sense of calm. His Chestnut stallion had been a saving grace for him over the past few years. He was tall, mighty and beautiful—and as gentle as they came. Of course, he hadn't always been the tame steed that he was now. No, Kurama had been untrusting and despised all people when he was first purchased for the royal guard. Because of his temperament, he'd been deemed unfit but Boruto knew he was only misunderstood. So, he took it upon himself to learn more about the horse. It had been a slow process, but the Prince earned Kurama's trust over time and now they were very understanding of each other.
Boruto had been there to comfort him when everybody else called him worthless and now on his worst days, he could mount Kurama and ride out into the fields, forgetting all of his troubles at least for a while. After a ride, he always felt better and that day in particular, it had been something he really needed.
It was only once he arrived at the lake and sat there, staring out at the water that he let his mind drift not to Himawari and Sakura, but to Sarada—the childhood friend that he believed he would never meet again. It truly amazed him to think that after all this time, Boruto would see Sarada once more. She would no longer be the young girl he remembered, but a lady now. She had always been beautiful, so the Prince could only imagine how wonderful it would be to lay eyes on her now.
He didn't have to wait long, their fated reunion came as soon as the following evening and Boruto was able to see her over dinner. Sarada somehow exceeded his expectations, unbelievably even making his heart beat a little quicker at the sight of her. From a single glance, he felt as if she was no longer the same girl at all. She had grown far too much. Sarada had always been intellectual. She was wise beyond her years, always the smart one—always the one making the best decisions, even if the Prince did not agree.
Undoubtedly, she would have become far more knowledgeable since their last meeting. However, there were many other changes that Boruto was noticing as he looked her over. Sarada had become shapely, just like a true lady should be. The roundness in her face was gone, replaced by a delicate jawline. Her posture was perfect, her neck slender and ridiculously alluring. She appealed to him far too much, but he blamed it on going so many years without seeing her.
Luck seemed to be on his side, for him to be able to have her riding next to him the following morning. It gave him a chance to really see who she had become over time. Sarada easily came off as a prim and proper lady, but the Prince soon learned that the girl he knew from before was still in there—only hiding in hopes of not seeming out of place. Seeing her hike up her skirts to straddle her mare had him grinning nearly from ear to ear. It was quite possibly the best thing Boruto had ever had the pleasure of witnessing in his short life.
Getting to ride with her had been even better and Boruto had really enjoyed having the pleasure of her company by the lake over the course of their morning meal. Sarada had only just returned to his land, but she wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon and he was looking forward to the two of them getting reacquainted with each other.
Being determined to make that happen, after their ride back to the stables that day and going their separate ways, Boruto went to speak to his book keeper, Denki about his schedule. Now that Sarada was around, Boruto needed to see to his duties more regularly, but he also had to move around some things in order to make time for her. The idea of such had a small smile on his lips as he waltzed into the study inside the library where Denki preferred to work. That smile faded instantly upon hearing the keeper's response to the inquiry.
"Impossible, my Prince," He said apologetically, bowing to show his remorse though Boruto was no less affronted.
"I beg your pardon?" He gawked at the shorter man who was still doubled over, not daring to look upon him.
Denki began to tremble fearfully, beads of sweat forming on his brow. "If you were to rework your schedule in order to free some day hours, you would only be required to see to your duties later in the evening. It is unfortunate, but an irrefutable fact."
"I will have you know that it is most certainly not. I expect you to figure it out. Now. If you do not, I will have to see to it myself."
The shorter man looked even more concerned, turning pale and beginning to sweat more noticeably. "I-it has to do with not only your schedule, both those who you work closely with as well." He explained shakily and Boruto scowled at him. Denki really did his job well and he knew what he was doing, yet that didn't mean Boruto would accept everything the young man said.
"Worry not. I will take care of this." He said with a long, tired sigh. Denki tried to stop him, of course intending to make him see reason, but Boruto ignored him and kept walking.
Regardless if he should have free time set aside specifically for Sarada, Boruto would make sure they had time together each and every day. He wanted more rides, longer conversations and even quiet company. There were so many things they could do, so many things they would do. His next stop was Shikadai's chambers.
If nobody else would help, his most trusted friend would.
Hello, dear readers! Here is another fic written by Kairi (ibloo) and I. The chapters will be long, so we will be updating no sooner than every two weeks. We hope you enjoyed reading and will drop us a review with your thoughts!
Til next time~