(Rakusha)
How many times had she seen her love's face in the crowd, and stopped and stared and watched as he faded into the distance, mesmerized by his beauty, mesmerized by the confidence he exuded. The people around her would yell, their annoyance rising and patience running thin, they would condemn her in their harsh voices, for she had inconveniently stopped in the middle of their path only to gawk at his Lordship.
Stupid girl.
She was of no use to them; they saw her as an incompetent fool. It never surprised her, for that was how she saw herself, as well.
Lord Yui was the first to ever challenge those thoughts.
With gentle words and a sweet caress, he could make her feel important. He could make her feel competent. He could make her feel smart.
But most of all, he could make her feel loved.
How many times had he saved her from the despair that nearly ended her life?
To Rakusha, there was no other. He was the only person who cared in anyway for her, and in turn, the only person she ever cared for. No one understood that.
No one but Lord Yui.