Princesses aren't scullery maids: a Thousand furs story

Chapter 4

Note: this chapter is the third with the name added, and then the fourth after it, ok? Good, NOW FRIKKEN REVIEW!

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OK so… Naraku is evil later on, but I don't have Kanna or Kagura in the story…yet, I think, they might be later on, but not as such an attachment as in the anime. PS peoples, I AM NOT a fan of Kikyo, just so ya'know, I REALLY don't like her, so the outcome of her role will…if there, be less then pretty. I think it is extremely selfish of her to try and regain life at the cost of another, when hers has already reached its end, is that not already proved enough by the inability of her clay-formed body to feel anything but hatred and the desire for revenge? (In this story she's not a pot)…. for crying out fucking loud people…. and yes I can curse, and I do it often, female or not, this is rated M, with cautions of language…. among other things… you could frikken review, is that too much to ask, I mean really? It was MUSOU! Happy now? Jeez, completely ruin all my hopes of getting reviews why don't you…. grr…

It had been three months since the death of the queen, and the unceremonious execution of Musou. The kingdom had quickly returned to normal, that is, except for the royal family. All could easily see a tinting of red in the eyes of the king, and his countenance had shifted, darker. No longer did he wear the pale blues and vibrant golds that Kaname had adored. No, instead he wore darker colors, plum, mauve, and an almost dripping scarlet. Kagome, on the other hand, had stopped constantly wearing the Miko robes that she had inherited from her mother, and kept them locked away in the back of her wardrobe. She instead began to wear the clothes of the more common women, and was scorned for doing so by the ladies of the courts, who in turn, she called pretentious peacocks, each fluttering and primping for her father's easily fluctuating attentions.

It was a morning that much resembled the night of the queen's death, the light of the sun, drowned by the clouds so dark that they seemed to hold blood rather then water. It had been an assembly called for all of the court, and a very apprehensive looking soldier had informed Kagome to 'dress according to her station'.

Dressed in one of her mother's old favorite kimono, Kagome elegantly flowed into the hall, causing many to look upon what beauty had been so easily forgotten in surprise. Her raven locks once again glistening with the beauty of the sun, her porcelain skin with the beauty of the moon, and her eyes holding two cobalt stars deep within their grasps. Her soft lips slightly parted in exertion from the heavy kimono she wore, the many layers spreading about her in exhibition of her station, held poised with the strength required of a man, clothed in the velvet that was a woman's skin, flowing gracefully about her like a turbulent river, each color making the previous seem more vivid. Her kohl surrounded eyes taking in the clogged hall in all its decadence.

And there, in the very midst of the debauchery, seemingly ignorant of the rogues surrounding his ever-darkening aura, was her father, the king. He smiled at her, that smile that would've made a younger Kagome dance around him in joy as her mother laughed alongside her. But no, this wasn't that same man, her father never held malice within his eyes, nor this red shining emotion that Kagome shuddered before trying to infer. He stood, and to the hall gave an almost mocking bow, his claret eyes gleaming with belligerent mirth. He extended his hand to her, but not in the manner that had been expected. His hand was palm upturned, awaiting hers to take it, not to kiss as her upbringing had instilled within her, but to take so that hers might be kissed. This acknowledgement of her growth was startling to say the least. This was also nowhere near proper father-daughter behavior. She looked to him in bewilderment as to his intention, but he only smirked at her, that smirk filled with a feeling that made her insides churn and convulse, like they had been dipped in the bottom of the lake in midwinter. What was this feeling?….

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