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Michiru eventually found her way to the dining room, which was equally beautiful as the bedroom. The table was of the same wood that seemed to be on fire, and the table was set beautifully. In her house they drank out of intricate glass flutes, but here there were golden goblets and everything was. gold. The seats were covered in a beautiful embroidered gold and red cloth, and the-
"Princess, please sit down!" The maid pulled out a chair for Michiru, and she sat down, looking around for Haruka. Haruka finally came out in a golden robe and sat down across from her.
"Mother and Father will be gone away for a few weeks on business matters so they will not be joining us for a while." Haruka spoke cordially, so different from the other constantly-flirting Haruka Michiru had seen earlier. She merely nodded and accepted the glass of wine that was poured in front of her. Haruka lifted up his.
"To our marriage, which will hopefully be a happy one." Michiru nodded and lifted hers as well. Then they drank. As soon as the liquid touched Michiru's tongue, her eyes opened in shock and she put the goblet down quickly. It was Italian. She felt tears come to her eyes and the reality of her being a Princess of an enemy's castle came flooding back. Haruka was looking at her curiously. Michiru told one of the servants to just bring her some water. The servant looked at her, puzzled.
"Is the wine not good enough for Princess?"
"Just do as she says." Haruka interrupted. His voice seemed softer somehow. They poured her a glass of water and she drank it gratefully, needing something to unclog her throat. The servants then brought in the food. Michiru had tasted Spanish food before, and she ate quickly. Haruka still had that worried look in his eyes. Michiru suddenly felt a surge of anger inside her. "My very own enemy sitting in front of me," She thought darkly, "and I was just thinking about sleeping with him!" She fought with herself, telling herself that Haruka wasn't bad, only the King of Spain was cruel, but she still felt ashamed of her feelings. The dessert arrived. Michiru took a bite and then realized it was Italian as well. She put it to the side, saying she was full. Haruka nodded, and then stood, asking the servants to clean up. Michiru walked quickly back to their bedroom but Haruka stopped her at the door.
"Wait. I didn't give you your marriage gift yet." Michiru turned around, bewildered. Haruka told her to close her eyes. Michiru obeyed. Haruka then put his hand in hers and lead her to a different part of the castle. Asking her to still keep closing her eyes, he spoke.
"This is your bedroom." Michiru nearly opened her eyes in shock, but kept them closed. "Sleep well." Michiru opened her eyes, but Haruka was gone. She sighed, and then looked at the doors in front of her. They were dark but light shown below the door. Michiru opened the door and gasped.
Michiru eventually found her way to the dining room, which was equally beautiful as the bedroom. The table was of the same wood that seemed to be on fire, and the table was set beautifully. In her house they drank out of intricate glass flutes, but here there were golden goblets and everything was. gold. The seats were covered in a beautiful embroidered gold and red cloth, and the-
"Princess, please sit down!" The maid pulled out a chair for Michiru, and she sat down, looking around for Haruka. Haruka finally came out in a golden robe and sat down across from her.
"Mother and Father will be gone away for a few weeks on business matters so they will not be joining us for a while." Haruka spoke cordially, so different from the other constantly-flirting Haruka Michiru had seen earlier. She merely nodded and accepted the glass of wine that was poured in front of her. Haruka lifted up his.
"To our marriage, which will hopefully be a happy one." Michiru nodded and lifted hers as well. Then they drank. As soon as the liquid touched Michiru's tongue, her eyes opened in shock and she put the goblet down quickly. It was Italian. She felt tears come to her eyes and the reality of her being a Princess of an enemy's castle came flooding back. Haruka was looking at her curiously. Michiru told one of the servants to just bring her some water. The servant looked at her, puzzled.
"Is the wine not good enough for Princess?"
"Just do as she says." Haruka interrupted. His voice seemed softer somehow. They poured her a glass of water and she drank it gratefully, needing something to unclog her throat. The servants then brought in the food. Michiru had tasted Spanish food before, and she ate quickly. Haruka still had that worried look in his eyes. Michiru suddenly felt a surge of anger inside her. "My very own enemy sitting in front of me," She thought darkly, "and I was just thinking about sleeping with him!" She fought with herself, telling herself that Haruka wasn't bad, only the King of Spain was cruel, but she still felt ashamed of her feelings. The dessert arrived. Michiru took a bite and then realized it was Italian as well. She put it to the side, saying she was full. Haruka nodded, and then stood, asking the servants to clean up. Michiru walked quickly back to their bedroom but Haruka stopped her at the door.
"Wait. I didn't give you your marriage gift yet." Michiru turned around, bewildered. Haruka told her to close her eyes. Michiru obeyed. Haruka then put his hand in hers and lead her to a different part of the castle. Asking her to still keep closing her eyes, he spoke.
"This is your bedroom." Michiru nearly opened her eyes in shock, but kept them closed. "Sleep well." Michiru opened her eyes, but Haruka was gone. She sighed, and then looked at the doors in front of her. They were dark but light shown below the door. Michiru opened the door and gasped.