It hadn't always been this way. She could have cared less about other people. Because all she needed, she had it. Them. Mother and Father.
But happiness is fleeting.
And soon that perfect picture shattered as well.

With her mother's death.

Everything fell apart. Including her relationship with her father. Or maybe, she still wondered, if her father had died already, for he changed drastically. No trace was left of the old loving father in this new person.

At the young age of eight, except her mistresses, there was no one who came to wipe her tears.
No mouth uttered a word of sympathy.
At least not those ones from whom she had expected.

And that is when she felt it.
She understood everything.

They couldn't care less if she died. All they did seek were the favors and the fame they got through being close to her.

Father's study remained closed for days on end.
And she waited outside it all day.
She only left when it was bedtime and mealtimes.
A small helpless child, lost in this hopeless fate, her blonde hair in ringlets down framing her face wasted with tears, in her white frock decorated with frills and roses but hopeful eyes which yet waited for her father to open the door, to hold her in his arms and tell her it's ok.

But he never opened the door to her.

But that wasn't totally when she was brutally struck with the truth of the world.
It was when she overheard two servants speaking.

'Isn't princess such a cry baby!'
'I know it's evident you feel sad but she has a title to keep.'

'This just proves how unfit she is for her position.'

And that is when she knew she had to forsake the light and enter this dark world. Hurt but head held high.
She wouldn't let anyone stand in her way. She would never let anyone have the upper hand over her.
Everything made sense now.
Unfortunately.

So she excelled in her studies, worked hard in athletics and locked up her heart.
After all, It was too vulnerable to do her any good.

No one could hurt her anymore. No one saw her inferior anymore.
But this loneliness.
This vast abyss of loneliness she was floating in.
She couldn't get out.

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"How do you polish them so beautifully?"

Yuu turned around to find the blond duchess in her night robe, walking down the stairs of the garden.

He smiled his vague smile before turning back to his assigned job.

"Father has been wearing this pair of shoes for a long time already." She said, running her hands through her messy blond hair.

"I tried to polish them myself once but it got dirtier instead." She huffed irritably.

"Isn't missy disallowed from such dirty work?" He slightly jabbed at her.
"Please pardon a trainee like me for being so straightforward."

She admitted that since when Yuu had been an attendant in her castle, she had been thoroughly entertained. Though she still needed to know what angle he was working.

"Of Course Father would be angry if he found out." She smiled, a light blush hinting on her cheeks.
"But I won't be able to settle down if I don't get to do what I want myself."

He laughed. A soft laugh. It was kind of melodic to her ears. His voice was soothing to listen to as well. Maybe that was one reason she was always trying to get him to talk.

He sighed.
"That will be problematic."

Patricia raised her sleek eyebrow and stared quizzically at Yuu who still had his gaze on the shoe he was polishing.
A small part of her wanted him to look at her all the time when she spoke.
Not that it was even a slight bit relevant.

He spoke and instantly her ears perked up, eager to listen.
"Since I do earn my living doing such work, There will be no need for me if I no longer have to do such work."

Ok, That is a retort. I know it's a retort!

"Geez!" She exclaimed, much displeased.
"Why isn't anyone willing to let me experience these thing?" She retorted back, just like a spoiled little child.

"If Oujo-sama allows anyone to see her doing such work, Oujo-sama's image will be greatly affected."

He sighed, as if tired of dealing with her.

"People are watching you more than you think."

It was a genuine warning. Though she was already aware of this.

Apparently Yuu had already finished his work, silently greeted her and left for the next task.

It always seemed that way. He was always trying to avoid her.
But why?
She wasn't despicable or anything.
Was her probing unnerving the 'I am always very calm, you can't mess with me' Yuu.
Maybe she was just too clingy?

She shook her head to clear it of good-for-nothing thoughts.
It's not like she would just leave him alone until she had properly understood the aloof and mysterious Yuu Hirose.

She was Patricia. Independent and capable of supporting her solitary existence without any discomfort. Maybe he was just an attendant whose status didn't matter much. But she had already promised herself.
No one.
And absolutely no one,
triumphs over Patricia-sama.

She dropped down on one of the stairs and pulling her knees up she hid her face.
But it had already been 2 weeks. And still she had no clue about this guy. Something that could make him fall for her.
Damn!

So, I'll be continuing because Like you all, I want it too. :D I cried while writing about he father because I can with , genuine feelings, write about that character.

Anyhow,

I'm excited to continue this. Though many parts are similar to Kaichou-wa-maid-sama's 75th manga (In which there is a part of Takumi's mum's past) I have messed up the story (Gomenasai) and will be writing my take on this one. Though it's only one manga therefore, only some parts in the start will be tad bit similar (Only a tad bit) and during the end part of this story.
This story will end with Takumi being born and in the arms of Patricia, the evidence of Yuu and Patricia's union.
So that's all.
Review! :)
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