Disclaimer: Yes,
I've heard multiple times that I got Syaoran's name wrong, also the
appearances of certain characters ;; Well, technically I like that name
and that some of oit is true, for they all have the power to change their
appearances XD
Yah, I hope you dun mind, cuz everyone's kinda out of character in this story XD Anywho! On with the story-ness!
The Empty Soul Progresses
Sakura laid awake upon her bed, eyes fixated upon the gray cobble-stoned ceiling. No matter how hard she tried, she could not disperse the image of him from her mind. It was too frustrating; she had to get a grip. He was the Prince; she was but a mere, pity maid. It would never happen, no matter what. Yet, deep down within her heart, she wished it was possible. That she actually could have a life worth living for, one that allowed promising love. Love...how that word creates such emotion. Perhaps that was what was missing in her life...love. But she had love, love from her father, her friend...no, it was not the same. That was platonic. She needed more, wanted more.
Stripping herself off the bed, she stood and shoved away any current thoughts. She was a maid and her job was not yet done. She needed to return to the gardens. Unfinished work had its consequences and she most certainly did not want to feel any one of them. Leaving her room, she left and heading back towards the courtyard, remembering the flowers still needed her tending to. When she was done, perhaps then she would be free for a moment's time by herself.
Sitting by the window, Syaoran sighed at his misfortune. Seated with him were the same who accompanied him by the garden. How unfortunate and cruel that he was unable to choose a bride.well.sort of now. His mother had told him his father's decision. He had two days to choose a bride. Today and tomorrow were the only days he had, the only days to meet a woman who had interested him and decide if she was truly the one. If he had not found a suitable wife, it was then his father's decision among the many girls. Sighing solemnly, he looked as if he was not in any trouble, but on the contrary, he was indeed in a large predicament. How was he going to choose a bride in only two days? Let alone fall in love.
Ah yes, love. What an odd emotion. One that he was never to be found with, yet those of lower class were able to succeed in. Knights, Dukes, Mages, and the rest of them were able to find true love and choose their own brides. How he envied them, and hated the fact that he could not. Why was it that he could not and they could? Perhaps he understood his father's intentions, that marrying a woman who was in name and wealth would help him, but no, it was not for him, but for the kingdom. Servants and any lower class was not accepted, they were not proper and was considered to be of lower class, never suitable for royalty.
Frustrations weld inside him as she shook his head. What was he to do? It would be impossible to find a woman in such short notice, and how would he know if she was rightfully the one? Adverting his gaze to the window, he stared at the courtyard down below, the elegant flowers giving him some sort of comfort.
"Don't worry about it M'Lord." One of them spoke up, receiving Syaoran's attention. "I'm sure you'll find a fair maiden in no time."
He only shook his head in disagreement. "That is easier said then done..Dante." He returned his gaze towards the window once more. "I want to find love with that one woman, to know at first sight that I would want to be with them forever. Improper marriages never succeed; it only would lead to heartbreak and failure. I want to know I will be with her forever, to prove that my soul was only for her, someone that will also love me in return, but not for my status and position, but for myself."
The two looked at each other in silence. They too of course understood, for knights were able to choose their own brides. Ah, how he wished it was that simple. The other stood and extended a hand towards the Prince, giving him a grin of in understanding. "We know how you feel sire, but as you can already see, love is difficult to find. One must not heed so quickly. Perhaps we will help. In two days, it will be the Queen's birthday and the ball will be held soon enough. In the time that we have, Dante and I will help you search for a suitable wife."
The prince gave a grim smile. "I thank you, Eriol, but as you can see, it must be a woman of royal standards. I wish to look for someone without that rule, to be able to marry a girl no matter what her status is."
"But you see sire," he responded. "If that so happened, you will know it is true love. For one whom falls in love with a woman not because of her name or wealth, but of who she is, will know that love does not have barriers. I am sure your majesties will understand."
At that the prince smiled. He knew what love was, but had never experienced such a thing. To find out would be an experience he had never felt.
"Very well then!" Eriol exclaimed, his deep cerulean blue eyes shone with excitement. "We will accompany you to the villages tomorrow. Maybe there you will meet a bride there." He gave the Prince a wink of tease and left with Dante.
Laughing to himself, he stared out the window once more, eyes gazing over the garden in a fascinated manner. Tomorrow will be a day to remember indeed. Watching the gardens, his gaze stopped upon an approaching person. Squinting for better view, he made out it was a servant, female. She looked somewhat familiar as he recalled the auburn brown hair and the clothing. Was it possibly her?
Eyes still gazing, he watched as she tended again to the flowers with expertise. For some odd reason he had the urge to speak with her. Perhaps so he can know her better. Leaving his seat, he strode out of the room and made his way back to the courtyard.
Sakura sullenly worked on the flowers in silence, her mind drifting into her usual world, a world of sullen darkness, abysmal life and lurking depression. Falling mostly into a voided abyss, she worked without thought, her lips twitched into a frown. Thinking of her life and future had always given her sadness, the emotion which welded up inside her as she always fought back oncoming tears. Why had her fate become one of this? What was fate? Was it fate she was to be a servant? Question after question and there was always no answer. It came to the point that she started to believe her life was forever in sadness, forever in the abysmal world of solitude.
Striving for the best was not a choice for her. In this world, servants who would try had ended up in failure. So many had lost their lives. Would she subdue to such a fate? To risk all for happiness and risk the death of failure if she did not succeed?
~~~ oOoOo Not too depressing I hope ^^; So I'll be working on chapter 4 now!
Yah, I hope you dun mind, cuz everyone's kinda out of character in this story XD Anywho! On with the story-ness!
The Empty Soul Progresses
Sakura laid awake upon her bed, eyes fixated upon the gray cobble-stoned ceiling. No matter how hard she tried, she could not disperse the image of him from her mind. It was too frustrating; she had to get a grip. He was the Prince; she was but a mere, pity maid. It would never happen, no matter what. Yet, deep down within her heart, she wished it was possible. That she actually could have a life worth living for, one that allowed promising love. Love...how that word creates such emotion. Perhaps that was what was missing in her life...love. But she had love, love from her father, her friend...no, it was not the same. That was platonic. She needed more, wanted more.
Stripping herself off the bed, she stood and shoved away any current thoughts. She was a maid and her job was not yet done. She needed to return to the gardens. Unfinished work had its consequences and she most certainly did not want to feel any one of them. Leaving her room, she left and heading back towards the courtyard, remembering the flowers still needed her tending to. When she was done, perhaps then she would be free for a moment's time by herself.
Sitting by the window, Syaoran sighed at his misfortune. Seated with him were the same who accompanied him by the garden. How unfortunate and cruel that he was unable to choose a bride.well.sort of now. His mother had told him his father's decision. He had two days to choose a bride. Today and tomorrow were the only days he had, the only days to meet a woman who had interested him and decide if she was truly the one. If he had not found a suitable wife, it was then his father's decision among the many girls. Sighing solemnly, he looked as if he was not in any trouble, but on the contrary, he was indeed in a large predicament. How was he going to choose a bride in only two days? Let alone fall in love.
Ah yes, love. What an odd emotion. One that he was never to be found with, yet those of lower class were able to succeed in. Knights, Dukes, Mages, and the rest of them were able to find true love and choose their own brides. How he envied them, and hated the fact that he could not. Why was it that he could not and they could? Perhaps he understood his father's intentions, that marrying a woman who was in name and wealth would help him, but no, it was not for him, but for the kingdom. Servants and any lower class was not accepted, they were not proper and was considered to be of lower class, never suitable for royalty.
Frustrations weld inside him as she shook his head. What was he to do? It would be impossible to find a woman in such short notice, and how would he know if she was rightfully the one? Adverting his gaze to the window, he stared at the courtyard down below, the elegant flowers giving him some sort of comfort.
"Don't worry about it M'Lord." One of them spoke up, receiving Syaoran's attention. "I'm sure you'll find a fair maiden in no time."
He only shook his head in disagreement. "That is easier said then done..Dante." He returned his gaze towards the window once more. "I want to find love with that one woman, to know at first sight that I would want to be with them forever. Improper marriages never succeed; it only would lead to heartbreak and failure. I want to know I will be with her forever, to prove that my soul was only for her, someone that will also love me in return, but not for my status and position, but for myself."
The two looked at each other in silence. They too of course understood, for knights were able to choose their own brides. Ah, how he wished it was that simple. The other stood and extended a hand towards the Prince, giving him a grin of in understanding. "We know how you feel sire, but as you can already see, love is difficult to find. One must not heed so quickly. Perhaps we will help. In two days, it will be the Queen's birthday and the ball will be held soon enough. In the time that we have, Dante and I will help you search for a suitable wife."
The prince gave a grim smile. "I thank you, Eriol, but as you can see, it must be a woman of royal standards. I wish to look for someone without that rule, to be able to marry a girl no matter what her status is."
"But you see sire," he responded. "If that so happened, you will know it is true love. For one whom falls in love with a woman not because of her name or wealth, but of who she is, will know that love does not have barriers. I am sure your majesties will understand."
At that the prince smiled. He knew what love was, but had never experienced such a thing. To find out would be an experience he had never felt.
"Very well then!" Eriol exclaimed, his deep cerulean blue eyes shone with excitement. "We will accompany you to the villages tomorrow. Maybe there you will meet a bride there." He gave the Prince a wink of tease and left with Dante.
Laughing to himself, he stared out the window once more, eyes gazing over the garden in a fascinated manner. Tomorrow will be a day to remember indeed. Watching the gardens, his gaze stopped upon an approaching person. Squinting for better view, he made out it was a servant, female. She looked somewhat familiar as he recalled the auburn brown hair and the clothing. Was it possibly her?
Eyes still gazing, he watched as she tended again to the flowers with expertise. For some odd reason he had the urge to speak with her. Perhaps so he can know her better. Leaving his seat, he strode out of the room and made his way back to the courtyard.
Sakura sullenly worked on the flowers in silence, her mind drifting into her usual world, a world of sullen darkness, abysmal life and lurking depression. Falling mostly into a voided abyss, she worked without thought, her lips twitched into a frown. Thinking of her life and future had always given her sadness, the emotion which welded up inside her as she always fought back oncoming tears. Why had her fate become one of this? What was fate? Was it fate she was to be a servant? Question after question and there was always no answer. It came to the point that she started to believe her life was forever in sadness, forever in the abysmal world of solitude.
Striving for the best was not a choice for her. In this world, servants who would try had ended up in failure. So many had lost their lives. Would she subdue to such a fate? To risk all for happiness and risk the death of failure if she did not succeed?
~~~ oOoOo Not too depressing I hope ^^; So I'll be working on chapter 4 now!