𝗞𝗬𝗢𝗧𝗢'𝗦 𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗘 | n. rk

chapter 8

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❑ midori hayashi 

i turned the golden painted handle, stepping my foot gently inside the room. i met eyes with strong gazes, holding precious tea cups as a boy caught my eye, his hair slightly falling over his eyebrows as his dark eyes stared deep. 

'darling, where's your guardian? this is the wrong room-' a voice interrupted the king, i couldn't believe i was standing over here as my knees felt weak as he, approached me. 

'i called her father, i'll be excused' the prince himself urged me to go out as he followed ans shut the door. he looked around for a second, immediately taking a huge breath as the "coast" was clear. 

'goodness, sitting in their was stressful,' he said to himself as he looked down, quite literally looked down towards me. he was a whopping 6 foot tall for a 16-year-old. 

'i'm sorry to have disturbed you, but i just wanted your name' 

this?

THE PRINCE CALLED ME PERSONALLY, 
TO KNOW MY NAME?!

'm-midori... midori hayashi!' i felt my knees were about to break off, bet i wouldn't be able to pay for that. i saw his eyes holding a spark, disappearing soon enough into the silence. 

'nice to meet you, miss midori' he gave a me weak small smile, once of the precious smiles that existed. i thought my sisters are the only ones i needed, but his smile might just be apart of it now. 

'i apologise again for interrupting your time, i hope you do well for this... well, particularly hard to name thing.' 

it followed by a unwilling silence, i only nodded slowly, not able to keep eye contact anymore. 'word of advice, don't stress yourself. this might be a piece of cake for you' he gulped, i wasn't able to read his expressions at all. 

'you can be excused' he turned away slowly, holding the knob as i walked away. 'goodbye..' i muttered. 

have i always been so anti-social and rude like this? stupid midori! couldn't you have answered? 

conclusion i had turned into a tomato. 

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