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Omake 1: Ria's Childhood (1)

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EDIT: Bit drained from writing a lot earlier today. Here's an Omake to give you something to read before the real next chapter

Little Artoria Pendragon was seven, and she was not having much fun on her own.

The child had been left alone by all servants in the living room of the Winter Manor the family had in Lancaster, all of those assigned to her telling her that she was meant to spend time with her 'big sister'. But after a long time of being alone and without much to do, the child was starting to think the adults had lied to her so she could be left alone. There was no big sister around and she was getting bored.

Was or wasn't she a princess that demanded the truth all the time? That mere concept made her even more upset. And bored. To the point which she looked at the ceiling and made many thoughts. Couldn't the servants paint the ceiling somehow? It would be pretty to have a nice blue sky with stars there rather than a plain white that clashed with the light-blue wallpapers.

Or maybe, even make the tallest tree yet go through the ceiling and into the rooftop so Santa could recognize where their house was compared to others. Ria's mind was producing many wonderful thoughts, but one in particular took grip of her mind as she had just the right idea to waste some of that free time she got. After all, she had to wait much for this 'big sister' to come and say hi.

And the goal was... the chandelier atop the couch!

To Ria, this was the greatest conquer.

To her big sister, a certain Morgan Pendragon, it was her first great headache when it came to her little sister.

She got years to dodge her, and yet their father had conjured the day they would met. Right at Christmas, the one time of the year she was at her gloomiest! Morgan didn't allow this obligation to utterly sour her mood, but her first impression of little Artoria already made the effort of trying to check on her particularly... awkward.

"How did you get up there?"

The little blonde, rascal that she was, giggled in response. "Because I am Princess Ria the High! And you, who are you?"

"I am your sister and the one that will get the pleasure to drum your cheeks red with a paddle once you get down, princess," Morgan ferociously stated, causing the child to gasp.

"A witch then! To claim me!"

...That's it, those cheeks are going to burn once I am done with those!

First thing first, Morgan thought on how little Ria committed this deed. It wasn't through the small couch, or through the pesky lion-bear toy she had left on said couch. That's where she noticed a few decorations from the tree had slipped off and... she had just climbed it?! Gritting her teeth, Morgan knew that she couldn't pull that stunt herself but... perhaps she could get someone to help her with this. With the headache this was getting her, she just wanted to lie down and rest.

Her most loyal and long-lasting butler, Agravain, was more than happy to deal with it.

"I will take care of this, Lady Morgan," Agravain loyally proclaimed with a portable ladder, getting a mere nod from Morgan as she lied on the couch, thinking that he could do it. Technically, he came close to do so, but what happened was something well out of anyone's control... beyond the cheeky rascal.

The brat jumped down and descended upon her, flat butt landing on her side in a soft but somewhat painful contact. Morgan always had a high endurance to pain, but this one she did feel. She snarled, but as she struggled to catch Ria, the child had already bolted together with her big teddy-lion bear, out in the open and perhaps towards the kitchen.

Growling and in mild pain, she looked up at Agravain as he looked apologetic. It wasn't his fault, but the child did a fine job in getting herself a proper spanking from her. History goes that Princess Ria the High eluded spanking from her sister, but was conveniently caught by the old maid Vivian for a more rounded and reasonable spanking.

The child's weeping would frame the Christmas day as a most confusing one for everyone.

AN

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