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Fate/Grand Order: Where All Miracles Begin, SCHALE
Side Story: Love Unlocked, The Treasurer's Priceless Treasure (5/)
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Under the silver glow of the moon, the Kingdom of Millennium sparkled with a quiet elegance. The night was still, save for the faint rustle of leaves and the gentle whispers of the night breeze caressing the castle walls. Lanterns lined the cobbled streets below, their golden light flickering like stars.
High above, on the royal castle balcony, stood a lone figure, the wind playing gently with the hem of her flowing gown.
It was Princess Yuuka.
Princess Yuuka's delicate form was draped in an ivory dress adorned with intricate silver embroidery, catching the moonlight in a cascade of soft shimmer. Her azure blue eyes, filled with a mixture of longing and weariness, gazed at the vast night sky, her thoughts adrift.
She leaned lightly against the railing, her voice soft yet laced with a melancholic edge.
"Boredom and fatigue... those are my constant companions," she murmured, her words drifting into the quiet night. "Since the moment I could walk, my days have been dictated by rules and obligations. Mathematics, diplomacy, swordplay, etiquette... an endless cycle. My life has always been one of purpose, yet..." She paused, her gaze shifting to the crescent moon hanging above.
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"My name, Hayase Yuuka,"
"Hayase—swift current. But how can a current flow freely when it is confined, chained to the bedrock beneath it? And Yuuka..."
"Reason, Tenderness, Flower. Did my father name me to embody all those meanings? Have I lived up to them, or do I merely carry a name that promises more than I can give?"
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A gentle knock interrupted her musings. She straightened, her royal demeanor slipping seamlessly into place. "Enter." she commanded, her tone poised yet soft.
The door creaked open to reveal Asuna, her personal maid, carrying a tray of tea and an assortment of delicate pastries.
"Your Highness." she greeted formally, setting the tray down on a nearby table. "I thought you might appreciate some refreshment during your evening studies."
Yuuka's lips curved into a rare, teasing smile as she turned to face her maid. "What's this, Asuna? Formality? It doesn't suit you. Did someone overhear us last time?"
Asuna paused, her strict demeanor faltering for just a moment before she let out a light laugh, her carefree nature breaking through. "Oh, Princess, don't remind me of that dreadful day! I nearly lost my voice trying to sound 'appropriate' in front of the council! "
The two girls exchanged a knowing look. They had been raised side by side since childhood—one destined to rule, the other to serve. Despite the difference in their stations, they shared a bond deeper than duty. They could only let down their guard and enjoy the simplicity of friendship when away from prying eyes.
Asuna settled on a nearby chair, her playful grin softening. "So, what's wrong this time? You've been staring at the moon like it stole your dessert."
"Nothing is wrong, Asuna. Everything is fine... as it always is. I've grown used to this life."
"Really?"
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"Asuna—" She paused. "Still, do you think I'll continue like this forever? A life dictated by duty, schedules, and the expectations of others?"
Asuna tilted her head, her playful expression fading into a rare moment of sincerity. "Your Highness... I mean, Yuuka—chan." she corrected herself. "It depends on what you want. But... do you want something different?"
Yuuka shook her head gently, her braid swaying. "Even if I did, is there truly another choice? My path was set long before I could even comprehend it."
Asuna tapped her chin thoughtfully, then leaned forward with a mischievous grin. "What about love? Marriage? You're sixteen already, Yuuka—chan. Plenty of princesses your age have engagement proposals lining up by now."
The princess blinked, startled. "Marriage?" she repeated, her voice tinged with both disbelief and exasperation. "How am I supposed to think about marriage when I barely have time to think for myself? Besides, those proposals are likely from men twice my age, seeking alliances and power."
Asuna chuckled. "Well, that's how it is for royalty, isn't it? But who knows? Maybe someone unexpected will come along."
"Sigh— I doubt that. Anyway, let's not get carried away with such ideas."
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Asuna, noticing the weight in Yuuka's words, decided to change the subject. "Speaking of surprises, did you hear about the new teacher you'll be meeting tomorrow?"
Yuuka groaned audibly, sitting back in her chair. "Another one? How many is this now? Ten? Fifteen? They never last."
The Princess's education was an endless cycle of instructors and tutors, many of whom didn't stay for long. Private lessons were the norm, as the royal academy was deemed too common for her regular attendance. However, the position of her tutor carried high stakes. Many sought the role not for its prestige but for ulterior motives—seeking political favor or personal gain. Those who failed to perform with pure intent faced severe consequences, a deterrent for all but the boldest.
Asuna noticed the princess's exasperation and leaned closer. "This one might be different— I heard from Head Maid Neru that the new teacher is a commoner."
Yuuka turned her head, her interest piqued. "A commoner?"
"Yes. Maybe your Majesty thought a commoner wouldn't be swayed by the allure of your position. And... well, I also heard he's quite young. Perhaps... around thirty?"
Yuuka arched a skeptical brow. "Young? Thirty is still old. ( - - )" She muttered.
"Still, it's a better gap than those fifty-year-old nobles who spend half their lessons talking about their war stories. And they say this one is exceptionally smart, even coming from a poor background. He must've worked incredibly hard to make it here!"
Yuuka folded her arms, still unconvinced. "A commoner making it to this position? He must be exceptional indeed. But I'll reserve my judgment."
"Oh, and Yuuka! I heard he's quite handsome. Apparently, the female nobles were buzzing with excitement about him, and the male nobles were practically fuming with jealousy."
"Handsome or not, he's still just another teacher. Probably another one who doesn't last long."
Asuna pouted playfully. "If only I didn't have to attend that party with you today, I might've caught a glimpse of him when the maids were preparing his quarters. Neru mentioned they were making sure everything was perfect for his arrival."
Yuuka shook her head, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Well, I'll meet him soon enough. Let's not make any assumptions yet."
The two girls continued to chat into the night, the conversation shifting to lighter topics as the moon climbed higher in the sky. The soft hum of their laughter blended seamlessly with the serene sounds of the evening, creating a moment of peace within the princess's otherwise rigid world.
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Night passed.
The golden rays of dawn spilled into the grand dining hall of the royal castle, painting the elaborate carvings and tapestries with a soft, ethereal glow. The room exuded opulence befitting a king, with a massive rectangular table at its center, lined with high-backed chairs. The walls bore intricate murals of the Kingdom of Millennium's history, and a grand chandelier hung from the ceiling, its crystals catching the light in a dazzling display. At the head of the table sat the King, his regal presence commanding the room.
The King, a towering figure of commanding presence, exuded both strength and wisdom. His bluish-purple hair, streaked with subtle silver strands, mirrored the regal lineage he shared with his daughter. Dark, piercing eyes—brimming with authority and tempered with a trace of fatherly care— settled on Princess Yuuka, who sat poised across the dining table.
Yuuka, dressed in her lavender sleepdress, sat stiffly in her chair, the uneaten breakfast on her plate betraying her nervous energy. Her hair was disheveled, a tangle of midnight blue cascading down her shoulders, clearly untouched by a comb.
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"Royal Father..." Yuuka began hesitantly, her voice formal and soft. "I heard that a new teacher will be arriving today. Is this true?"
The King set down his silverware with a deliberate clink, his expression unreadable. "It is true." he said, his deep voice resonating across the room. "He has been tested rigorously and has proven himself worthy of the role. This one is not like the others."
Yuuka frowned slightly, her brows furrowing. "Not like the others?" she repeated. "But Royal Father, how many times must we go through this? I wasn't even informed that the last one had been dismissed."
The King, portrayed with commanding gravitas by Bhima— the legendary warrior from the Mahabharata and elder brother to Arjuna, now a lancer of Chaldea— fixed his hardened gaze on Yuuka. In that moment, she immediately regretted her tone, feeling the weight of both a father's disappointment and a ruler's unyielding authority.
"Do you question my decisions, Yuuka?"
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"A princess must not concern herself with such trivial matters. Your role is to excel in your studies and prepare for the throne, not to dwell on the shortcomings of those beneath you."
Yuuka straightened in her seat, her voice quieter this time. "Of course, Royal Father. I meant no disrespect."
The King studied her for a moment before nodding. "This instructor comes from humble beginnings, yet he has shown exceptional merit. It is time you learn from someone who knows what it means to rise through effort and skill rather than privilege."
Yuuka sighed inwardly, her shoulders slumping slightly. Another new face, another series of overly formal lessons, she thought. The cycle was endless.
As the King prepared to continue, his gaze fell on Yuuka's unkempt appearance, and his expression darkened. "Yuuka." he scolded, his voice cutting through the room like a blade. "Is this how you present yourself at breakfast? Hair uncombed, still in your sleepdress? This is unacceptable for the princess of this kingdom."
Yuuka stiffened, her cheeks burning. She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, the King turned his stern gaze to Asuna, who stood quietly behind Yuuka, her hands clasped in front of her. "And you," he said coldly. "What is the meaning of this? How could you allow the princess to appear in such a state?"
Asuna immediately bowed her head. "Your Majesty, I take full responsibility. I failed in my duty."
Yuuka shook her head quickly, stepping in to defend her maid. "No, Royal Father, it wasn't her fault. I woke up late today. Asuna didn't even have time to help me get ready. Please do not blame her."
The King's frown deepened, his piercing eyes locking onto Yuuka. "Woke up late?" he repeated, his voice heavy with disapproval. "Yuuka, you are sixteen years old, the age at which you should be preparing for marriage and leadership, not making excuses for sloppiness. A ruler does not have the luxury of tardiness."
Yuuka bowed her head, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. "I understand, Royal Father. I will do better."
"See that you do. You will meet your new teacher soon, and you will not embarrass this family. As the heir to the throne, you must set an example of discipline and grace. Make sure you are properly prepared before your lesson begins."
"Yes, Royal Father."
"Good."
"May the Millennium Moon bless you for eternity."
With that, Yuuka rose from her chair, feeling the weight of her father's expectations pressing down on her shoulders. The dining hall grew silent save for the clinking of silverware. As she left the room, Asuna followed closely behind, her usual cheerful demeanor subdued.
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The soft sound of feet brushing against the cobblestones and rustling fallen leaves echoed gently in the serene morning air. A girl, barefoot and unhurried, made her way through the royal garden.
Under the golden hues of morning light, the royal garden stretched like an emerald sea. Manicured hedges framed vibrant flowerbeds bursting with colors of every hue-roses, daisies, and violets swayed gently in the soft breeze. The central fountain sparkled as sunlight hit its cascading waters, creating a soothing rhythm that filled the otherwise quiet expanse.
This secluded sanctuary had always been Yuuka's escape, a place where the rigid expectations of her royal life faded away.
Still clad in her lavender sleepwear, her disheveled hair brushing against her shoulders, Yuuka strolled aimlessly along the cobblestone paths. Her bare feet brushed against the dewy grass as she muttered softly under her breath, her brows furrowed.
"He's so harsh!" she grumbled, her voice low yet tinged with frustration. "I stayed up late studying to meet his expectations, and yet... Am I really his daughter? Or just some heir to parade around?"
Kicking a loose pebble, she sighed deeply, tilting her face toward the clear blue sky. "I need a break. Just for a moment. This place is my only solace."
As her gaze lowered back to the path, she froze mid-step.
She noticed something— or rather, someone.
Not far ahead, a figure stood near a cluster of blooming azaleas. A man, tall and poised, his black hair neatly combed, stood with his back partially turned to her. His attire was simple yet refined— a dark waistcoat over a crisp white shirt, paired with tailored black trousers. His posture exuded confidence, and the way he gazed thoughtfully at the garden made him seem almost... princely.
Yuuka blinked in surprise. Normally, no one ventured into this garden at this hour. It wasn't private, but the maids were always too busy with their errands to wander here. Who was this stranger?
Before she could decide whether to approach him or retreat, the man turned, his striking blue eyes locking onto hers. For a brief moment, Yuuka's breath caught. His expression softened into a polite smile.
"Good morning." He greeted. "Forgive me for intruding, but it seems you're having a rough start to your day. I couldn't help but overhear a little."
Yuuka's cheeks flushed instantly. Had she been mumbling loud enough for him to hear? She straightened her posture, trying to mask her embarrassment with indignation. "And who are you to eavesdrop?" she demanded, folding her arms across her chest.
The man chuckled lightly, an air of unassuming charm about him. "My apologies. I didn't mean to pry. I'm new here. Just employed, in fact. My name is Ritsuka."
Yuuka stared blankly at him for a moment, her mind processing his words. "Newly employed?" she echoed, her curiosity piqued. Looking at his youthful face and poised demeanor, she couldn't imagine him as a servant or a laborer. Was he a nobleman, perhaps?
Still, before she could ask further, he tilted his head, his expression turning inquisitive. "And what about you? Do you work here as well?"
Yuuka's jaw nearly dropped.He doesn't know who I am?
Then, realization strucked her. Her sleepwear, unkempt hair, and lack of royal adornments...
Well, no wonder he mistook me for a servant...
Flustered, she hesitated before stammering out a reply. "Y-Yes." she said, the corners of her mouth twitching slightly. "I work here."
Ritsuka's smile widened, seemingly satisfied. "Ah, a fellow staff member then." he said warmly. "I hope we can look out for each other. It's always good to have a friendly face in a new place."
Yuuka's lips twitched as she fought back a smile of her own. Friendly face? If only he knew the truth. But then again, the thought of being treated like an ordinary person, even if just for a moment, brought a strange sense of relief.
She nodded lightly, keeping her tone neutral. "I suppose so— Welcome to the royal palace... Ritsuka."
As he turned back toward the flowers, Yuuka allowed herself a small grin. "I work here." she thought wryly.As a princess, but he doesn't need to know that.
The air carried a sweet, fresh scent, mingling with the faint sound of rustling leaves. Yuuka stood silently, her hands clasped in front of her, glancing at the man before her.Should I continue this conversation?she wondered. It was rare for her to speak to anyone close to her age, especially a man. Even at the royal academy, the male students were too intimidated to approach her, let alone engage in a casual conversation.
Ritsuka, however, seemed completely at ease. With his hands tucked into his pockets, he turned his gaze back to the expansive garden. "Do you visit this garden often?" He asked, his tone light and conversational, dropping all the formality. "This is my first time here, but I already like it."
Yuuka hesitated before responding. Instead of answering directly and formally, she deflected. "What exactly do you like about it?" To think that she spoke casually to someone else beside Asuna.
"The atmosphere—It's peaceful, yet alive. The way the flowers sway in the breeze, the sound of the fountain... It feels like a place where time slows down. But more than anything, I like the flowers."
"The flowers?"
He nodded. "Yes. Each one adds to the charm of this place. They're delicate yet resilient, like living works of art."
Her curiosity piqued, Yuuka crossed her arms and gestured to the flowerbeds ahead. "Do you know their names? Or their meanings?" Her azure blue eyes gleamed with a hint of challenge. Despite the informality of the situation, her natural inclination to test others' intellect surfaced.
Ritsuka looked at her, then at the flowers, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "Let's see..." He began pointing to different blooms, listing them one by one. "Lavender—symbolizing serenity and grace. Violets—modesty and faithfulness. Purple orchids—royalty and admiration. Irises—wisdom and valor. Lilacs—youthful innocence. Clematis—ingenuity and artifice."
Yuuka's eyes widened slightly as she listened. His knowledge surprised her, and she found herself momentarily impressed.He knows this much about flowers?
But before she could say anything, he turned back to the flowers he had been admiring moments earlier.
On impulse, he bent down and plucked a small, delicate bellflower from the cluster. Its soft violet hue contrasted beautifully against the morning light. He walked over to her, holding it out with an easy, genuine gesture.
"This is for you." he said warmly. "Bellflowers. They symbolize admiration and... well, unchanging love."
Yuuka froze, staring at the flower in his hand. Her azure eyes widened, and a soft pink hue crept up her cheeks. "L-love?" she stammered, her voice betraying her flustered state.
Ritsuka chuckled, the sound light and unassuming. He raised a hand in apology. "Ah, forgive me—I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. It's just that your presence here, among the flowers... It seemed fitting."
For a moment, Yuuka was torn between amusement and indignation. She narrowed her eyes slightly, trying to mask her embarrassment as she accepted the flower with a hesitant hand. "You have an... interesting way with words."
His smile widened. "I suppose I do. But words, like flowers, are meant to leave an impression. Don't you think?"
The way he spoke was so natural, so disarming, that it left her at a loss for a proper response. Yuuka felt her pulse quicken, and an unfamiliar warmth crept into her chest. It was as if the conversation was pulling her into a realm of casual ease she wasn't accustomed to, and it unnerved her.
She abruptly straightened her posture, the bellflower still clutched in her hand. "Well, um... I just remembered I have... things to do," she said hastily, her voice wavering as she stepped back. "I can't stay any longer."
Ritsuka tilted his head slightly, his smile fading into a look of mild confusion. "Ah, of course. I didn't mean to keep you," he said, taking a small step back to give her space. "I hope the rest of your day is better."
Yuuka nodded quickly, her movements a bit stiff. "Thank you. Enjoy your time in the garden." Without waiting for a reply, she spun on her heel and hurried away, her long hair swaying behind her.
As she moved further from him, she risked a quick glance back over her shoulder. He was still standing there, his gaze now turned back to the flowerbeds
"What was that?" she whispered to herself, clutching the bellflower tightly as she rushed back toward her quarter.
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"Ah! That's it! That's what happened!"
"Hahaha! I'd pay to see that ! Princess Yuuka, reduced to a humble servant! How did that even happen?"
"Ah—Mou! I don't know! I was in my sleepwear, my hair was messy... Ugh, it's not like I looked like a princess at that moment." Yuuka's cheeks burned at Asuna's teasing.
Yuuka sat in front of her ornate vanity. Behind her, Asuna diligently brushed through her long, silky hair, humming lightly. The rhythmic strokes of the brush were almost hypnotic, yet Yuuka's mind was far too active to fully enjoy the tranquility.
After she had retreated to her quarter, of course she told Asuna everything. Everything.
"He said he was employed here, but he's super young. Like our age."
"Our age? There's no one new in the maid or butler groups. I would've heard."
Yuuka sighed, her fingers playing with the lace of her dress. "I'm telling you what he told me. He said he's new, and honestly, he didn't look like a servant. He carried himself differently, too..."
Asuna paused, setting the brush down on the vanity as her grin grew wider. "Don't tell me you met your Prince Charming in disguise, Yuuka-chan! "
"Asuna!" Yuuka huffed, swatting her friend's shoulder lightly. "Stop making it sound like a romance novel!"
"And you went along with it right? Hmmm~ Yuuka-chan "
"I-It was easier that way! I don't want to give someone a heart attack in the early morning, you know!"
"But Yuuka-chan, you left out the most important details— what was he like? You already said he's good looking and handle himself like a noble, yes?"
Yuuka hesitated, twirling a strand of her now neatly brushed hair. "He's... well, he's very knowledgeable. We talked about flowers in the garden. He even knew the meanings behind them. But that doesn't mean he's good at other things." She added quickly, as if trying to convince herself.
"Hmmm... Knowledgeable? Just employed?" Asuna tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Maybe he's your new teacher?"
Yuuka blinked, the thought catching her off guard. "That's impossible," she said after a moment. "He's far too young to be a teacher. They're always older and more serious... right?"
"Maybe..." Asuna said, her playful grin never fading. "But if he's not a teacher, then who could he be? A young scholar? Why would he be here instead of the royal academy?"
Yuuka fell silent, her thoughts wandering back to the garden, to the way he spoke so effortlessly, how he seemed to belong there despite being a complete stranger.
Asuna tilted her head, watching Yuuka's expression in the mirror. "You're thinking about him, aren't you?"
Yuuka straightened, her cheeks flushing once again. "N-no! I'm just... trying to figure out who he is, that's all."
"Well, whoever he is, it sounds like he left quite an impression "
Yuuka said nothing, her azure eyes fixed on her reflection. Deep down, she couldn't deny that Asuna was right.
The faint hum of Asuna's work filled the air as the young maid adjusted the intricate folds of Yuuka's gown. No longer the disheveled girl in sleepwear from the morning, Yuuka now radiated an air of regal elegance befitting her title. The shimmering fabric of her dress caught the light, the delicate embroidery glinting softly with each movement. Her hair, styled into an intricate updo, was adorned with small, tasteful gems, and the faintest trace of blush on her cheeks added a touch of youthful vitality.
"There," Asuna said with a satisfied smile, stepping back to admire her work. "You're ready, Yuuka-chan. You look absolutely stunning—like the crown princess you are."
Yuuka, gazing at her reflection, sighed softly. "I suppose this is how I'm meant to appear. A perfect image for the kingdom."
After a while, the time for lessons had come. As the long hand reached the twelve, signaling the start of a new hour, a firm knock broke the calm atmosphere.
Yuuka, now fully prepared, immediately straightened, her royal demeanor taking over. "Enter"
The door opened, and in walked a small group of individuals. Flanked by three maids— Toki, Karin, and Akane— stepped inside first, bowing deeply before moving to the side. Behind them came the teacher.
Yuuka's gaze immediately fixed on him, and her breath caught. His tailored black attire, modest yet refined, enhanced his composed presence. Raven-black hair framed a face of striking sharpness, and his piercing blue eyes seemed to hold an unspoken depth, like a tranquil lake reflecting a cloudless sky.
He would have been the very image of charm and poise— if not for one undeniable fact.
It was him. The man from the garden.
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Yuuka froze, though she maintained her outward poise. Beside her, Asuna also froze momentarily, her wide eyes betraying her surprise.
"Yuuka-chan..." Asuna leaned closer, her voice barely a whisper. "He's... really handsome. Don't you think?"
Yuuka's cheeks warmed slightly, though she didn't respond. Instead, her gaze lingered on the man, who now stood patiently—? No, he also had the same shocking expression as her.
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"Your highness?" Asuna's sharp eyes noticed the subtle shift in Yuuka's expression-the way her normally composed demeanor seemed to soften, the faint widening of her eyes as she glanced at him. Similarly, the return reaction from the man... Then it clicked.
Asuna suppressed a grin, her thoughts piecing it together.This is him. The one from the garden. The so-called "prince charming" Yuuka-chan encountered this morning!
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For a moment, no one spoke. The awkward silence was only broken by the faint rustle of Karin's dress as she fidgeted, clearly sensing the strange energy in the room. Asuna, ever the opportunist for teasing, glanced at Yuuka with barely concealed amusement.
Finally, it was Ritsuka who moved first. The fleeting shock in his expression disappeared as he cleared his throat, his posture straightening as though resetting himself. His piercing blue eyes softened, his composed demeanor returning like a curtain drawn over the earlier slip.
With a fluid motion, he bowed deeply. "Your Highness, I am Ritsuka Fujimaru. It is an honor to serve as your tutor."
Yuuka blinked, her thoughts snapping into place as her own training in etiquette took over. She stood gracefully, her movements precise and practiced, and returned his bow with a slight inclination of her head.
"I am Hayase Yuuka, Princess of the Kingdom of Millennium. Welcome to the royal palace, Ritsuka Sensei."
As she spoke, her gaze met his once more, and something flickered in the air between them— an unspoken acknowledgment of their earlier encounter, hidden beneath the layers of propriety.
"Thank you, Your Highness." Ritsuka replied, his expression calm yet unreadable. "I am honored to have the opportunity to contribute to your education. I look forward to our lessons together."
Yuuka's lips twitched, threatening to form a small smile. "I trust you will find the position... fulfilling." she said, her tone carrying a subtle, teasing edge that only someone who knew of their earlier meeting might detect.
Asuna coughed lightly, breaking the charged atmosphere. "Ah, well— " she chimed in, stepping closer with her usual cheerful grin. "Now that introductions are done, I'll leave you to it. I'm sure you'll have much to discuss."
Yuuka shot her a sharp look, but Asuna only grinned wider before stepping back toward the maids.
Ritsuka nodded, his expression polite. "Thank you. I believe we will."
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The air in the room grew still as the door closed behind the departing maids and Asuna. Yuuka shifted slightly, her hands folded neatly in front of her, while Ritsuka stood opposite her, his posture straight yet relaxed. A faint awkwardness lingered between them, unspoken yet palpable.
Ritsuka, again, was the first to break the silence. "Your Highness, I must first apologize for my earlier rudeness in the garden. I was unaware of your status and spoke out of turn."
Yuuka blinked, momentarily taken aback by his sincere tone. Her gaze flickered to the floor before returning to meet his. "It is unnecessary to apologize, Sensei." She replied with a faint edge of fluster. "I too was at fault. My appearance and manner of speech at that time were far from appropriate for someone of my position."
She hesitated briefly before adding, her cheeks faintly pink, "Let us consider that incident settled and speak no more of it."
Ritsuka's lips curled into a small, composed smile. "As you wish, Your Highness," he said with a slight bow. Then, with a soft chuckle, he added, "Though I must say, you've left quite the impression regardless."
Yuuka tilted her head slightly, unsure of his meaning, until she followed his gaze. It landed on her desk, where a small vase held a single stem of bellflower— the same one he had given her earlier.
"Ah..." Yuuka's azure blue eyes widened before she quickly composed herself. "It's nothing special!— Since you plucked it out of nowhere, it only felt appropriate to keep it alive."
Ritsuka chuckled softly at the girl's tsundere defensiveness. "That's very kind of you, Your Highness. Flowers often thrive when cared for by someone with a tender heart."
Yuuka's cheeks burned faintly at his words, but she quickly turned her attention to the large study table, gesturing for him to sit. "Well, enough of that. Shall we begin the lesson?"
As they delved into the lesson, the earlier awkwardness between them dissipated, replaced by a sense of mutual respect and curiosity. The bellflower in the vase stood quietly on the desk, a silent witness to the start of something neither of them could yet fully comprehend.
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"As the days turned into weeks, Ritsuka's presence within the royal palace became as natural as the changing of seasons."Noa narrated, her voice serene and steady, as though weaving a gentle tapestry of words.
"Though young, his wisdom bridged the gaps left by his predecessors. His refined demeanor and ability to understand even the subtlest nuances endeared him to those around him—from the palace servants to the nobles."
"Even the King's earlier skepticism waned as Ritsuka's merit shone. His intelligence, coupled with his unassuming humility, silenced whispers of doubt among the royal court. There were no scandals, no rumors, and no missteps. His comportment was flawless, his boundaries never crossed, and his reputation steadily grew, unmarred."
The scene shifted to the prestigious Royal Academy, where the midday sun streamed through tall, arched windows, casting golden light over polished marble halls.
Yuuka walked side by side with Asuna, her pace measured and graceful, yet the casual ease in her demeanor showed her comfort in Asuna's presence.
Out of nowhere, three female nobles approached them, their colorful gowns swishing elegantly as they closed the distance. Yuuka recognized them instantly: Lady Gareth, with her golden hair and knightly aura; Lady Fujino, whose reserved and mysterious air made her stand out; and Lady Jane, the lively and bold daughter of an influential merchant-noble family.
"Princess Yuuka!" Jane called out with her usual spirited energy. "We've been meaning to ask you something!"
Gareth stepped forward, her demeanor more composed. "About your tutor, Ritsuka-sensei." she said, her cheeks faintly pink.
Yuuka's expression remained neutral, though her grip on her book tightened. "What about him?"
Fujino's calm voice interjected. "He seems so... remarkable. His lectures are both informative and engaging. It's no wonder so many students— particularly the female ones— flock to his classes."
"Not to mention— " Jane added with a grin, "He's quite easy on the eyes. Don't you agree, Your Highness?"
Yuuka's cheeks reddened slightly, but she maintained her composure. "As his student, I value his knowledge and professionalism. Beyond that, I haven't concerned myself with personal matters."
"By the way, Princess, is it true? That Ritsuka-sensei is from a humble background? A commoner?"
Following Fujino's remark, Gareth nodded. "It's hard to believe someone with his presence and poise didn't grow up in a noble household. He carries himself like someone who's been groomed for court life."
Fujino added thoughtfully. "I mean, look at him. The way he speaks, the way he teaches, even the way he holds himself— it's so refined. Are we sure those rumors aren't just some elaborate story to make him seem more... I don't know, extraordinary?"
Jane grinned mischievously. "Extraordinary, huh? I'd say that's an understatement. He's like something out of a romantic tale-kind, brilliant, and so dreamy." She sighed theatrically. "How is it fair that someone like him exists in real life? He should be illegal!"
Yuuka felt her patience thinning, though she kept her face carefully neutral. Her grip on her book tightened again as she replied, her tone cool. "The rumors are true. Ritsuka-sensei comes from a common background. It was his exceptional talent and hard work that earned him his position here."
Jane's grin widened. "So he really is a self-made man? That makes him even more impressive!"
Fujino nodded. "It's inspiring, really. To think someone without noble status could rise so far. It's a reminder that hard work and brilliance can overcome any obstacle."
Gareth's cheeks turned a deeper pink as she hesitated before saying, "But it also makes him even more intriguing, don't you think? A man who's worked so hard, who's achieved so much despite so young— he's bound to attract attention. It's no wonder everyone admires him."
The three girls exchanged knowing looks before Gareth asked. "Do you know how long he'll remain as your personal tutor?"
Yuuka blinked, confused. "Why do you ask?"
"Well— " Fujino began "It seems many noble families have taken an interest in him. They've been discussing whether to offer him a position within their households, either as a tutor or... something more."
"Something more?"
Jane leaned in. "You know, a partner for their heirs. A man like him— smart, poised, and good-looking— is quite the rare find, even among the aristocracy."
Yuuka's grip on her book tightened. Her outward composure remained intact, but a strange unease began to bubble within her. She forced herself to reply evenly. "Ritsuka-sensei's role here is purely professional. I'm sure he wouldn't concern himself with such rumors."
Jane's eyes sparkled mischievously. "Oh, Princess, you can't deny he has a certain... charm. Even Lady Himiko from the eastern duchy was overheard praising his wit. And then there's Lady Aesc— she practically declared him the ideal gentleman!"
Fujino added thoughtfully, "It's not just his looks, either. The way he teaches— so articulate, so engaging— makes him stand out. Honestly, Your Highness, one might even forget he's of humble origin."
Gareth nodded, her cheeks faintly pink. "It's remarkable, isn't it? For someone from a common background to carry himself with such refinement. One might think he was born to walk among nobility."
Yuuka's eyes widened in surprise. Her gaze instinctively shifted to where Ritsuka stood at the front of the classroom, surrounded by students. He was explaining a complex concept with ease, his calm demeanor drawing the attention of everyone around him. A group of girls crowded near his desk, eagerly asking questions, their laughter and admiration clear even from a distance.
"Your Highness, do you know if he's... already spoken for?"
"Perhaps you could introduce us, Princess?"
"Her Highness must know him better than anyone. Her Highness, please...?"
A pang of irritation stirred in Yuuka's chest, though she kept her composure. She wasn't entirely sure what vexed her more: the fact that Ritsuka had become the center of such attention, or the unsettling realization that, despite being his student, she knew so little about him.
How much do I truly know about this man? I know his name, his intellect, and his skills as a teacher... but beyond that? His life before this castle? His ambitions? His thoughts?
The questions swirled in her mind, unbidden and frustrating. Yuuka's lips pressed into a thin line as the girls continued their eager chatter around her. The sound grew fainter, almost like background noise, as her own thoughts took center stage.
A sense of unease settled in her chest. How could she have allowed herself to remain so oblivious? As the Princess of Millennium, wasn't it her duty to understand those who served her? And yet, here she was, realizing she knew nothing of substance about the man who now commanded the admiration of nearly everyone around him.
Without thinking, she adjusted the hem of her skirt and began walking toward him, her steps purposeful and determined.
"Your Highness?" Asuna called after her, surprised by the sudden shift.
Yuuka didn't respond. Her eyes remained fixed on Ritsuka, the subtle flicker of annoyance in her gaze hidden beneath her composed exterior.
The three noble girls exchanged glances, their intrigue only deepening.
Yuuka walked steadily toward the front of the classroom, her composure masking the slight unease she felt in her chest. Ritsuka stood at the board, engaged in conversation with students.
"Sensei, would you say this equation can be applied to cross-regional trade analysis as well?"
"Mhm, Lady Kurohime." Ritsuka nodded thoughtfully. "It depends on the specific variables involved, but yes, the principles could be adapted. I'd recommend simplifying the coefficients first—"
His sentence halted mid-air as he noticed Yuuka approaching. He straightened slightly and offered her a polite bow. "Your Highness?"
Yuuka's steps faltered ever so slightly. She hadn't planned this far ahead, and now, standing in front of him, she found herself momentarily at a loss for words.
"...(_ ' )"
"Well... Do you need assistance with today's material?"
Yuuka hesitated, her usually sharp mind scrambling for an answer. Her azure eyes darted briefly to Kurohime, who was watching the interaction with barely concealed intrigue, before flicking back to Ritsuka. "I... no. That is to say, not immediately," she replied, her voice calm but tinged with hesitation.
"That's alright. If there's anything you need, we can address it during your private lesson later."
The moment the words left his mouth, a ripple of flustered whispers spread among the students.
"Private lessons? ( /)"
"How close are they, exactly?"
"Is this the perk of having personal tutor? ( ꩜/꩜;)"
Yuuka felt a faint heat rise to her cheeks. She wasn't entirely sure why such a simple, factual statement felt so... pointed in this context. She opened her mouth to respond, to regain some semblance of control over the situation, but before she could, a new voice cut through the subtle tension.
"Sensei."
The melodic yet commanding tone caused Yuuka to pause and turn. A girl stepped forward, and her presence seemed to instantly demand attention. She was strikingly beautiful, with platinum blonde hair that cascaded in flawless waves down her back, and piercing blue eyes that radiated both confidence and pride. Her pristine uniform bore the insignia of the Romanov family— a symbol of power, wealth, and prestige that few dared to challenge.
Yuuka's lips pressed into a thin line as recognition dawned. The Romanovs were no ordinary nobles; they were a Grand Duchess family, one of the most influential houses within the Empire. Their wealth rivaled the royal treasury itself, and their reach extended into every facet of society— politics, commerce, and even the arts.
"Lady Anastasia." Ritsuka addressed her with a respectful nod. "How may I assist you?"
Anastasia tilted her head slightly, her lips curving into a smile. "I couldn't help but overhear your discussion with Lady Kurohime. It was fascinating, truly. Your ability to simplify such intricate topics is... impressive."
"Thank you, Lady Anastasia."
"The Romanov family has long sought individuals of exceptional intellect to guide our heirs. I couldn't help but wonder, Sensei, if you plan to continue your position as Princess Yuuka's private instructor for much longer. The Romanov family would be delighted to extend an invitation for you to join us—permanently."
The classroom went silent, save for the collective intake of breath from the other students.
Yuuka froze, her heart skipping a beat. Was Anastasia recruitingherteacher? And in front of her, no less? She watched as Anastasia's confidence radiated in every word, her gaze unwavering as she addressed Ritsuka.
The man looked taken aback, but before he could respond, Yuuka's voice cut through the stillness.
"Lady Anastasia, I appreciate your enthusiasm, but Sensei's position here has already been decided."
Anastasia turned to Yuuka, her expression calm but her eyes glinting with a challenge. "Your Highness, surely such decisions are for Sensei himself to make? The Romanov family can offer him opportunities that even the palace might find difficult to match."
"Sensei was chosen to serve the royal family after thorough evaluation. His talents and abilities belong to the Kingdom of Millennium, not to be bartered or transferred at whim."
Anastasia held her ground, her smile unyielding. "And yet, shouldn't such a brilliant man be allowed to decide his own fate? I'm merely presenting him with options, Your Highness."
The tension between the two young women was palpable, drawing the attention of every student in the room.
"Your words are kind, Lady Anastasia." Ritsuka responded, his voice polite but firm. "However, I am presently under contract as Her Highness's tutor, and my focus remains on fulfilling that responsibility."
Anastasia's smile didn't waver, but a flicker of disappointment crossed her face. "Of course, I wouldn't dream of suggesting you abandon your current role. Still, I hope you'll consider my family's offer when the time comes. Men of your caliber are far too rare to go unnoticed."
Yuuka felt a sharp pang of irritation— not just at Anastasia's audacity, but at herself. How could she be so affected by this? Moreover, her irritation grew as the whispers among the students grew louder. But before she could process her rising frustration, Anastasia spoke again, her tone even more pointed.
"Of course..." Anastasia added with a coy smile. "Should you wish to become more than just an educator within our household, my family would gladly accommodate you in... other ways. A man of your intellect and stature deserves more than to remain in the shadows."
The implication hit like a lightning bolt. Whispers erupted across the room, hushed yet buzzing with shock.
Yuuka stiffened, her chest tightening as her mind raced. If Anastasia were merely trying to steal him as a tutor, she could intervene as his student. She had every right to protect what was hers in that capacity. But this? This was a matter far beyond her reach— beyond her rights. A noble family offering Ritsuka not just a position but the prospect of becoming a consort? That was something she had no authority to contest.
Her hands trembled slightly before she clasped them tightly together, forcing her emotions back into a controlled mask.
Ritsuka, too, seemed momentarily taken aback, though he quickly recovered. His expression softened, though his blue eyes remained firm. "Your words honor me, Lady Anastasia." he began, his voice steady and respectful. "But I fear I must decline your generous offer. I am a commoner, after all, and not suited for such... elevated roles. Furthermore, I am currently bound by my contract as Her Highness's tutor. My duty is to serve the royal family to the best of my ability."
"Sensei, with respect, a man of your talents is wasted under the constraints of a simple contract. The Romanov family does not see status as an obstacle. If you were to align with us, your origins would become irrelevant."
"..."
She took a step closer, her striking gaze unwavering. "I won't give up so easily. I believe you belong among the most esteemed, not merely as a tutor, but as someone truly valued for who you are."
"..."
"Anyway, I shall respect your wishes for now, Sensei. But do remember, my offer stands, and I am not one to abandon those I believe in. When the time comes, I hope you'll reconsider."
With a graceful curtsy to both Ritsuka and Yuuka, Anastasia turned on her heel, her platinum hair shimmering as she walked away, leaving a trail of whispers in her wake.
Yuuka released a breath she hadn't realized she was holding, her hands clenching tightly at her sides. Her gaze flicked toward Ritsuka, who stood calmly at the front of the classroom, his composure unshaken despite the scene that had just unfolded.
Her heart ached with a mix of emotions she couldn't name. Was it frustration? Admiration? Or perhaps something more unsettling— a realization of just how little control she had over the situation, or over him.
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The day had given way to the soft hues of evening, the dim glow of the moonlight creeping through the tall windows of the royal palace.
In her study, Yuuka sat by a small desk, the faint scratching of her quill the only sound filling the room.
The sound of a knock broke her concentration. Her heart skipped slightly.
"Come in."
The door opened to reveal Ritsuka, standing at the threshold.
"Your Highness..." He greeted with a slight bow. "I hope I'm not intruding. I wanted to see if you had any questions from today's lesson."
Yuuka blinked, momentarily caught off guard. It was unusual for him to visit her study unprompted, especially this late in the evening.
"Sensei— " she started, setting down her quill. "No, not about the lesson. But... there is something I want to ask."
"Of course. What is it?"
She hesitated for a moment, then decided to speak. "I realized I know so little about you," she said softly. "You've taught me so much already, but... I don't know anything about the man who became my teacher."
For a moment, there was silence. His calm blue eyes met hers, studying her expression carefully.
"I see..." He finally said, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "I must admit, I thought you weren't interested. You never asked before."
"It's not that! I suppose I...I-I didn't know how to ask."
Ritsuka chuckled lightly, his tone easy and unguarded. "There's not much to tell, Your Highness. And what little there is, I doubt it's a story worth hearing."
Yuuka's gaze returned to him, her azure eyes steady. "I want to hear it." She insisted, her voice softer now, carrying a weight of sincerity.
"..." He hesitated, glancing at the flickering candlelight as though debating with himself. Finally, he spoke.
"If you wish..." He began, pulling a chair and sitting across from her. "But I'll warn you—it's not a happy story."
Yuuka said nothing, only nodded, signaling for him to continue.
"I was raised by a woman I called my mother, though she was not my birth mother," he said, his voice calm but carrying a faint undercurrent of melancholy. "She found me when I was just a toddler— abandoned, she told me. Left in the cold by people who didn't want me. She took me in, raised me as her own. She wasn't wealthy, far from it. She worked hard, doing what little she could to make ends meet."
Yuuka's heart sank slightly at the thought. "And your father?" She asked gently.
He shook his head. "There wasn't one. It was just her and me. A commoner's life isn't easy, especially for a single woman raising a child. She did her best, though. She always told me that education was the only way to escape the life we had. She saved every coin she could to buy me books, even if it meant going without meals for herself."
"..."
"But education wasn't free for someone like me." Ritsuka continued. "We had no connections, no noble sponsors. So I worked. When I was old enough to read and write, I took a job as a cleaner at the local library. The pay wasn't much, but it gave me access to books— more than I could ever afford. I'd spend nights sorting shelves, and when the library was empty, I'd read by candlelight until my eyes couldn't stay open."
Yuuka's chest tightened. She could hardly imagine such a life— one so vastly different from her own, surrounded by privilege and luxury.
"You taught yourself everything?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ritsuka nodded. "At first, it was slow. I had no teacher, no guidance. But I kept going. I had no choice. My mother believed in me, and I couldn't let her down. But..." His voice faltered slightly, though his expression remained composed. "I didn't have friends. I didn't have time for them. My world was my mother, the library, and my books."
Yuuka's hands clenched slightly in her lap. She wanted to say something, to offer comfort or acknowledgment, but words escaped her. Instead, she listened, her thoughts swirling. The princess began to glimpse a world beyond the walls of her palace— a world of struggle, resilience, and quiet determination. The man before her, though standing in the same room, seemed to hail from a place she could barely fathom.
"My mother is still alive, actually." Ritsuka said with a faint smile. "She lives in a small house at the edge of the capital, near the forest kingdom. It's nothing grand, but it's home."
Yuuka blinked, slightly taken aback. "She's alive? And she lives so close?"
He nodded. "Yes. She insisted on staying there, saying she prefers the peace and quiet. It's simple, but she's happy there. I visit her whenever I can." His voice softened, a warmth slipping into his tone. "She worked so hard to raise me and give me the chance at a better life. Everything I've achieved, I owe to her."
The warmth in his voice made Yuuka's heart ache. There was such genuine affection in his words—something she had rarely seen in the often cold and calculated relationships of the nobility. For a moment, she hesitated, unsure of how to voice the sudden thought forming in her mind.
"And... why did you decide to become a teacher?" she asked, shifting the conversation slightly.
"It's simple, really... Education is something I believe in deeply. I know how hard it is to attain, especially for people like me, who come from nothing. I wanted to be someone who could make learning more accessible, to give others the chance I almost didn't have. But..." He gave a small chuckle. "I needed money, too. So, when this opportunity came along, I took it. I never expected to end up as a royal palace tutor, of all things."
Yuuka's lips twitched at his self-deprecating humor. "You don't regret it?" she asked.
He shook his head. "Not at all. If anything, this role has taught me even more. It's given me a new perspective."
A moment of silence stretched between them, and out of the blue, Yuuka found herself blurting out.
"I want to visit your house."
Ritsuka blinked, clearly startled. "Your Highness...?"
"...;;;( _)"
"..."
Yuuka's cheeks flushed faintly, but she pressed on. "I want to see the house where you grew up. To meet the woman who raised you." She hesitated, glancing away as she added, almost shyly, "I've never met anyone like her before."
"Your Highness... are you serious? My house is nothing to boast of. It's small and— " He hesitated. "Well, I wouldn't call it suitable for someone like you. You're a princess. Can you even leave the palace for something like this?"
Yuuka huffed, her cheeks tinting pink. "I don't mind. It's not about the house; it's about..." She paused, searching for the right words. "It's about meeting the mother of my teacher. If you accompany me, I'm sure it will be fine. And besides, I don't think my royal father would scold me too harshly for it. Probably."
Ritsuka's expression shifted, a mix of confusion and concern. "Meeting my mother?"
"Mhm! ...( _)"
"It's a bit risky, don't you think?"
Yuuka, avoiding his gaze, mumbled. "Your mother must be a wonderful person. I'd like to meet her." Her voice softened as she continued. "My life has been the opposite. I've never even seen my mother. She passed away shortly after I was born. Since then... my life has been nothing but lessons, rules, and responsibilities. I-I just— I've never known what it's like to be raised with that kind of warmth..."
"..."
"..."
The room fell silent again, the weight of her words settling between them. Ritsuka's gaze softened as he looked at her, understanding reflected in his eyes.
"Alright..." He said gently. "If you're certain, I'll take you. But only if you're prepared for a very different world from the palace."
Yuuka's lips curled into a faint smile, her confidence returning. "I'm not as fragile as you think, Sensei. I'll manage."
Noa's narration flowed like silk.
"And so...It was as though something unlocked within the two of them-a door neither had realized was there. Perhaps it was love, or perhaps it was simply the beginning of something deeper."
"For the first time, the princess and her teacher had spoken openly, their hearts unguarded. A bond had begun to form, one that would change their lives in ways neither could yet foresee."
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Author's notes
And now that's the end of part 5! How was it? This was my attempt at writing a prince-princess-style plot while blending characters fromFGOandBlue Archivewithout disrupting the core plots of both games. (I swear, using "dream" and "play" as narrative devices is so convenient!)
Oh, and I have to say—I've dreamed of seeing Anastasia play a villainess role. Her personality fits so perfectly... Too bad her role ends here. She's just an extra character for this performance. If I had gone with a love triangle plot, this side story would've dragged on for another 10 chapters. ( ̣̣̥̣̣̥ )
Someday, though... I really want to write one!
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