For what is love?

It is with great surprise that one discovers the king's delight in casting ball after ball, customary of the fairer sex who often orchestrate such splendid affairs. Yet, it brings him immense joy to unite souls for merriment, to observe the blossoming of new affections, and to recollect the cherished moments when his queen would eagerly await for such gatherings, longing to dance to her heart's content.
He reminisces their inaugural waltz as newlyweds, lost in amorous enchantment, their eyes never straying from one another, exchanging tender kisses despite her playful frown of mild exasperation. It is quite evident from whence the princess inherits her...instinctive demeanor.

"Your Majesty, it has been an age since last we met. As resplendent as ever." A dulcet feminine voice enchants the king’s ears, as the esteemed lady performs a gracious bow, fluttering her fan in elegance. "Pray, where is that beautiful daughter of yours?"

"Duchess Momoi, what a distinguished presence...have you returned from your sojourn abroad?"

"Indeed, I have returned. Did Your Majesty notice my absence? Has the governess inundated your ears with her incessant...grievances?" She smiles playfully, gesturing discreetly with her fan towards the lady beside her. "Yonder, Lady Shinonome, your son appears to be embroiled in a...somewhat fervent debate with Lady Shiraishi."

"Are you inquiring if I missed you? How delightful it is to be free from the burdens of your...quirky company." The king begins with playful affection. "I would not presume to speak ill of my esteemed governess...Lady Shinonome, did you find pleasure in accompanying Her Grace during your travels?"

"By my oath to the Almighty...this child shall surely be my undoing." Lady Shinonome exhales, yet with aplomb, she bows. "Your Majesty...I shall refrain from imposing upon you tales of my sojourn with the duchess."

"I would not dare to seek your noble affection for me..." The duchess casts a flat, unimpressed gaze upon them both. "Lady Shinonome wishes to convey that she found great joy in my company." Duchess Momoi resumes, whilst Lady Shinonome bestows upon her a look that betrays her true...delight. "Desist from rolling your eyes, for it vexes me greatly."

"I beg your pardon, Your Grace..." Lady Ena Shinonome smirks impishly. "Now, if it pleases you, Your Majesty, I shall take my leave to greet my...cherished son."

"Proceed, Lady Shinonome." The king begins, yet a frosty glare encases the trio, halting them momentarily in trepidation.

"What a delight to have you both returned, Your Grace, my lady; I would have appreciated forewarning ere your sojourn, as I was left to navigate the undertakings of your noble affairs."

"Governess..." The trio responds in unison, each visage revealing distinct expressions—the king smiling gently, the duchess somewhat sheepish, while Lady Ena exhibits palpable ire. "Before you commence, may I express that I have also ensured General Shinonome was suitably cared for? Although my duties entail the upbringing of the princess and her diverse education, I find myself enmeshed in matters beyond my purview. Might you elucidate that for me, Lady Shinonome?"

"I assure you, Miss Asahina, that my son is fully capable of self-sufficie—I appreciate your assistance, governess...henceforth, I shall strive to inform you prior to any future departures and shall ensure that your diligence is compensated in a manner which gratifies you..."

"Words, I confess, hold no value for me."

"Might our sentiments of affection towards you bear greater weight, dear governess?" Duchess Airi inquires, her gaze set upon eliciting a reaction, yet Miss Asahina remains as emotionless as ever.

"In truth, somehow, that is far worse, Your Grace."

"Fear not...the crux of the matter is that we are bound as good friends, assisting one another."

"Your Majesty, I dare not counter your words." Miss Asahina begins, a fleeting sense of solace washing over the king, only to be swiftly shattered as she continues. "Yet, I find myself accountable for your royal affairs as well."

It mattered not that King Toya reigned supreme over the realm; rather, Miss Asahina commanded the utmost respect and fear, possessing unrivaled prowess in resolving every quandary whilst assuring the king that judicious decisions concerning the kingdom are rendered. It was not that the king lacked capability, but rather a stark truth that whatever he accomplished with finesse, Miss Asahina executed with superior grace. Undoubtedly, profound respect dwells amongst them, and no sentiments are taken amiss, for they are indeed steadfast friends.

"You do appear exceptionally joyful today, Miss Asahina..."

"Shall I interpret this as a compliment, Your Majesty?"

"I shall leave that to your discerning imagination..."

"How fared your journey, Your Grace, Lady Shinonome?"

"It was delightful; we found opportunities to forge commendable alliances, and my lady has presented some of her artworks for the grandest exposition where affluent individuals vie for the finest masterpieces. She shall garner great wealth. And, of course, my lady has returned adorned with an abundance of new garments and jewels." Duchess Airi Momoi proclaims, while Miss Asahina internally resigns herself to the notion of more attire.

"As though fair Miss Akiyama has not already adorned you in ample garments." Quoth the governess, whilst bestowing a gentle pat upon Lady Ena’s arm. "I extend my heartfelt congratulations, Lady Shinonome; your paintings shall garner splendid acclaim."

"I thank you, Miss Asahina; I am indeed fortunate for this wondrous opportunity." Responds Ena with a radiant smile, leading King Toya to regard her with a look of pride.

"It is most exquisite, Lady Shinonome; when you are able, I shall solicit you for a portrait of my most cherished daughter."

"Indeed, Your Majesty, for you I shall find time forthwith. To capture the likeness of the princess is a true pleasure, for she is the finest muse—unlike mine ever-garrulous duchess, who does neither stay silent nor still..."

"What do you wish to imply by that?" Airi retorts, a frown gracing her countenance as she deftly wafts her fan.

"You do indulge in endless talking and often become angry, necessitating I counsel you to calm your spirit a hundred times."

"Such remarks are unbecoming...they do not reflect my true character at all."

"Your Grace, you are well known for your...at times, not-so-ladylike comportment, engaging in rather laborious pursuits." Interjects Toya, while Airi suppresses the urge to roll her eyes and retort with an expletive.

"Such as, pray tell, my king?"

"Tending to gardens, culinary arts, providing sustenance to the less fortunate—you do partake in labor akin to theirs, even should it plunge you into the realm of dirt. One day, I foresee an article entreating that the esteemed duchess has ventured into the pigsty for a skirmish..." He stifles a grin, provoking a merry laugh from Ena.

"Verily, Your Majesty, does she not resemble one to do just that?" Ena exclaims amid her mirth, nudging Mafuyu to playfully jostle her arm.

"Refrain from such outbursts; there are eyes upon us." Cautions the governess, earning a whispered retort from Ena.

"Hmph!" Airi huffs, incensed, as she snaps her fan shut. "I shall now take my leave, Your Majesty; do not summon me should you find thyself in need of a comforting shoulder or support!"

"I humbly beg your pardon, Your Grace, for you are well aware of my affections for you."

"I find myself quite overwhelmed today..." Begins Miss Asahina.

"Have you completed your lecture? May I be permitted to visit my son?" Interjects Lady Shinonome.

"Proceed as it pleases you, my lady."

As Lady Ena approaches the noble Akito, she finds herself amidst a most vibrant discourse betwixt him and Lady Shiraishi, leading her to ponder from whence this child's spirited disposition arises. Indeed, it is from her that he inherits his character; yet, she would never concede such, for her husband, the venerable Lord Shinonome, stands aloof from all confrontation.
To Mafuyu's dismay, Lord Shinonome too has departed without her knowledge, the gentleman finding himself in a distant city for specialized studies in the art of music.

"Do you not just vex me utterly? Have you come to my side solely to perplex me 'til death?" Exclaims Lady Shiraishi with exasperation.

"I desired merely to inform you of your most ludicrous appearance, so you won't remain unaware, dear Lady Shiraishi."

"You are an utter buffoon...mayhap you should simply perish."

"Oh, what kindness you bestow upon me! Who would safeguard the princess were it not for my noble self?"

"You are overly presumptuous; you only perceive me unworthy for I am in my dress? Yet, you do forget I am a strong, independent woman capable of protecting the princess!"

"Pray, do not place thyself in peril without cause, Lady Shiraishi; a lady ought to be shielded."

"Nay, depart! I require not your assistance."

"I speak with earnestness; should you invite trouble—"

"And what then? What concern do you hold?" She rolls her eyes, whilst Akito lets out a defeated sigh. Alas, this is not the dialogue they intended to engage in, yet it is their obstinacy that has sparked it.

"Oh, boy! Do exhibit some reverence towards a Lady! What manner of words do you utter?" Lady Shinonome proclaims, her arms adorned across her bosom.

"Mother? You have returned...How utterly delightful! How fared your journey, and are you in good health?"

"Nay, do not even attempt such rudeness! Apologise to Lady Shiraishi forthwith."

"I would rather meet my demise by hanging myself."

"Lady Shinonome, it is a true blessing to have you back; your son is indeed a vexation to converse with..." An interjects, whilst Akito emits an exasperated sigh.

"What shall I do with you...? Is your father present at home?"

"Nay, mother, he departed some time ago, yet should return in three days hence."

"Have you caused mischief for the governess?"

"He has assaulted the princess." An states with nonchalance, as though recounting the weather.

"What?!" Ena exclaims, her voice raised, whilst Akito groans in dismay.

"Cease this nonsensical drivel! I did but accidentally collide with the princess as she dashed towards her chambers; she did strike her head upon my chest...she is well! She acknowledged it as a mere mischance, for I did not see her coming."

"By the heavens...my hair grows whiter by the day...because of thee, child." Ena remarks, whilst Lady Shiraishi takes mirth in tormenting Akito.

"Pray tell, how fared your journey, mother?" Akito inquires whilst embracing her, gently shaking her head with his hand in tender affection.

"Desist from your antics at once, you mad child..." She frowns, gently delivering a playful slap to the back of his head, invoking a glower from him. Like two peas in a pod, they are. "It was satisfactory...but the duchess did vex me considerably..."

"A daily affair for the both of you, indeed."

As I recounted the tale of this illustrious kingdom, the grand balls are ever so dynamic, a cherished moment of joy for the populace. And, verily, one cannot envision a complete ball without the illustrious princess; she has endeavored to elude it as much as possible, yet escape is not destined for eternity. She delicately advances to the ball, seeking out a familiar face, fortuitously, Miss Asahina is readily discernible within the group of people, prompting her to hasten towards her, albeit she is beset by numerous propositions.

"Your Highness, may I request the honor of a dance?"

"Your Highness, good evening, you appear positively radiant."

"Your Highness, may I beg a moment of your precious time?"

Her suitors besiege her from all sides, whilst she strives to decline their advances with politeness in her heart, yearning for her governess. But, suddenly, a familiar and boisterous voice draws her attention; Lord Tenma does arrive, already bestowing his salutations upon the assembly. Upon catching sight of him, she swiftly navigates through the crowd. Unbeknownst to her, in this hall of suitors, she instinctively seeks Tsukasa, her need for him starkly contrasted with her outright rejections of the other gentlemen. All present are left perplexed by the princess's preference for Lord Tenma over the rest.

"My lord, good evening." Nene declares, drawing Tsukasa's gaze, to which he humbly bows.

"Your Highness, it is a delight to behold you once more. You look...sublime."

"I thank you, your appearance remains...unvarying, Lord Tenma."

"You wound me, my princess. Would it be such a travesty to return a compliment? For I am a star, deserving of recognition!"

"So very loud..."

"That is not an adequate response to my inquiry!"

"Do you ever cease your prattle...?" Nene regards him with eager anticipation. "Should you not extend me an invitation for a dance?"

"You are a riddle, my princess, for I cannot discern your wishes..." Tsukasa chuckles, extending his hand to her. "May I have this dance?"

"You may." Nene takes his hand, and he leads her to the dance floor, becoming the centre of attention. One hand entwined with hers, the other resting on her waist, he draws her nearer to his chest, moving gracefully in rhythm with her. It is evident that Nene's abilities in dancing with a partner amidst an audience have greatly improved; her missteps are now fewer, though her heart remains ensnared by anxiety. Perhaps it is the presence of Tsukasa that endows her with greater freedom, as familiarity breeds trust and he does not judge her mistakes.

Their gazes intertwine, unwavering in their connection, as if destined to linger in each other's eyes. They share gentle smiles and small talk, their faces drawing closer and closer, rendering the hurried breath of the count and the anxious, embarrased breaths of the princess nearly palpable. Observers watch in bemusement or astonishment, yet the king beams with delight at the sight of his daughter dancing without the need of his pleading.

"It is unbelievable that my princess should await with such eagerness to dance with me~"

"You are mistaken, my lord; you were merely the solitary option, do not indulge yourself in flattery."

"Are none of the other gentlemen captivated by you? What does that reveal of your character?" He chuckles with amusement, whilst Nene rolls her eyes, unintentionally.

"You...I hold you in no regard, Lord Tenma...what a rude, unworthy, vexatious, loud, self-serving subject you are."

"In such a manner you speak of me, do you truly find my presence so often upon your mind to express such disdain?" All he articulates vexes Nene, yet, in an extraordinary fashion, leaves her yearning for further discourse. It is indeed curious to ponder that she craves to bicker with the count. They engage in playful banter and mockery whilst discovering a peculiar solace in their shared moments.

"Your being dwells not within my thoughts, do not entertain such notions of grandeur. No restless night shall ever see my thoughts occupied by you, nor shall any longing bloom within my heart for you." She proclaims, as the count tenderly twirls her, drawing her back into his embrace, cradling her with utmost care as he tilts her back gently, a smile illuminating his face as he gazes down upon her.

It seemed as if the world beyond ceased to exist; solely the count and the princess amidst the delicate strains of music, barely heard, whilst their tumultuous heartbeats resonated in harmony. Their gazes intertwined, devouring each other, as if there was about to be an imminent farewell, each cherishing fleeting seconds, every detail of the other’s visage etched indelibly into their memories, reluctant to sever the sight of each other, fearing the ache of longing that would ensue.
He extends his hand towards her in dance as if he is begging her to remain by his side more, to which she, unreservedly, reciprocates, signifying her desire to stay for a little longer. As their dance draws to a close, Lord Tenma leans closer to whisper in her ear:

"Should you ever permit your mind to dwell upon thoughts of me, and you heart to brim with yearning for me, I shall follow you blindly to the ends of the earth. For it is as though you are enticing me into temptation, Your Highness...yet I would faithfully pursue you."

At once, Nene's heart does surge forth with fervor, her cheeks ablaze as though she were a ripe tomato, utterly astonished by the utterances of Lord Tenma, rendered speechless, any sound she endeavoreth to articulate trembles with timidity.

"P-Please refrain from such declarations, my lord...I fear my heart cannot withstand it..."

"I beg your pardon for my impudence, Your Highness." He replied with a courteous smile and a bow, guiding her gracefully away from the dance floor. "Do you wish for some lemonade, my princess?"

"Let us partake in a ride, my lord." She proclaimed impulsively.

"At this very moment?" He queried, befuddled, as she affirmed with a nod. "Whom shall we summon to accompany us?"

"Lady Shiraishi would revel in joining our expedition, yet first, I must pay my respects to my father and governess. Will you accompany me?"

"Verily, Your Highness." He replied, presenting his arm for her to take, which she graciously accepted. As they traversed towards the king, eager gentlemen, poised to solicit a dance with the princess, remain frozen, for her gaze was ensnared solely by Lord Tenma's visage.

"Dearest, good evening, you are a vision of divinity! And how delightful to see you again, Lord Tenma!"

"Ha, ha, ha! Good evening, Your Majesty! It is a privilege to once more grace your ball; your attention to detail astounds!" Tsukasa bellowed, while Nene grimaced in irritation at his boisterousness, gently nudging him without relinquishing Lord Tenma's arm.

"Good evening to you all...My lord, might you moderate your volume?"

"I shall endeavor, my princess; I yearn to fulfill your desires." He retorted with playful sarcasm, prompting her to inadvertently roll her eyes, a reflexive act when in the count's presence.

"Your Highness, cease that forthwith." The governess's stern voice sent a shiver down the princess's spine. "Lord Tenma, you must refrain from shouting, for the king can hear you distinctly." The count felt a tremor rush down his own back.

"I beg your pardon, governess...it was unintentional."

"Yes, milady!" Tsukasa exclaims with great fervor, prompting Mafuyu to cast upon him a dagger-laden gaze. "I mean...yes, milady..." He whispers more modestly.

"Your Highness, it is a pleasure to behold you once more." Airi declares with a gracious smile whilst performing a respectful bow.

"Duchess Momoi, pray tell, you have returned, how fared your journey?" Nene inquires with joy in her countenance.

"I shall spare the princess the tedium of details, yet it was satisfactory." She adds, affectionately patting her head. "I have sent for the gifts procured for you by me and my lady to be delivered to your chambers."

"Your thoughtfulness alongside Lady Shinonome's kindness delights me, I offer my gratitude."

"Lord Tenma, how delightful it is to encounter you as well. Such an intriguing pair you two...unexpected indeed." Airi muses, surveying the duo with keen interest. "Truly splendid, for it is often said that opposites do indeed attract!"

"Your Grace...what transpires here is not attraction, I assure you; the count and I are merely...well-acquainted now, familiar if you will." Nene articulates while Tsukasa indulges in playful jests.

"How considerate of my princess to deem me familiar~"

"I perceive a hint of sarcasm, my lord..."

"I would not even dream of such a thing, Your Royal Highness."

"I am simply overjoyed to witness your ease of conversation and joy shared with one whom you have not known since youth." The king expresses warmly, causing Nene to recognize that, in truth, this marks her first friendship outside her comfort zone.

Her mother, while she was alive, her father ever so by her side, the fair Miss Asahina that has embodied a maternal presence since the day of her birth. Miss Akiyama that has attentively listened to her modest desires and sheltered her whilst engaging in her labours, teaching her the delicate art of seamstress work.

The beloved Lady Shiraishi, being her dearest companion, has stood by her since their tender years, for the governess has graciously taken her under her protective wing, following the devastating loss of her parents, when she was but an infant, to a tragic fire that consumed their grand estate, leaving her with naught but a title, bestowed upon her by the unwavering king. The king has insisted that Lady Shiraishi remains with title even without her riches. This sorrowful fate is the very reason she resides within the royal palace alongside Nene.

The princess fondly recollects the days of her youth, when they were no more than five summers old, clasping the hand of little An, trailing after Miss Asahina, and charmingly interrupting Miss Akiyama amid her endeavours. While feigning indifference, Miss Asahina undoubtedly found the two young ladies to be utterly delightful. She would kindly request them to refrain from sitting on Miss Akiyama's exquisite silk fabrics, whilst Miss Akiyama, in turn, would playfully tell Miss Asahina to vacate her chamber, permitting the two girls to revel in merriment.

Duchess Airi, residing adjacent to the palace, would often times grace the royal abode with her presence, enjoying the company of the king and queen, as well as her esteemed friends such as Lady and Lord Shinonome, who also live in close proximity. With their son diligently training to be the esteemed general of the royal army and guardian of the princess since his infancy, it is only natural that the palace has always been occupied with their esteemed company.

Nene, having grown accustomed to the wise and gentle counsel of numerous adults, has garnered valuable lessons from each, in different subjects, holding all of them very dear to her heart. An and Akito, being the same age as her, have also given her the splendid joy of childhood play, as much as a princess might relish a semblance of normalcy. Her father has encouraged all to permit them the liberty of youth for a brief respite, and it appears such indulgence has fostered delight for all.

Though she was birthed amidst a throng of admirers and enveloped in affection, it remained a part of her character to possess profound shyness and to evade unneeded conversation.

The princess fondly reminisces about the late royal army general who taught the art of martial skills, sparring and fighting to Akito within the verdant palace gardens, whilst An incessantly encouraged Nene to interrupt Akito's training, leading the aged mentor to affectionately label An a rascal, yet concurrently instructing her in the art of sparring as well.
Each session culminated with youthful Akito and An engaging in playful fights in the mud, as Nene observed in merriment until either Miss Asahina or Lady Shinonome intervened, chastising their unrefined scuffles.
Moreover, she recalls reading in her library, seated upon the floor, whilst An and Akito sat beside her, feigning their own literary pursuits—Akito holding his book upside down, and An lost in reveries of daydreams instead of reading. When their scholarly endeavours with Miss Asahina aligned, it would invariably exasperate the poor governess as An and Akito either gazed at her in bewilderment or squabbled over trivialities, whilst Nene executed her tasks perfectly in silence.

After reflecting upon these cherished memories, the princess turns her gaze towards Tsukasa, pondering the manner in which this count has infiltrated her existence. He shares her passions yet stands as her antithesis; loud and somewhat presumptuous, yet imbued with gentleness and fervour—a stark contrast to her shy, reticent nature, unsure of her own merits, though possessing a resilient, sardonic spirit, perhaps with her softened side brought up by the things she loves.

"Good evening, Your Majesty, Your Highness, Your Grace, and my lord. My...the presence of all esteemed individuals renders the act of salutation quite the challenge." A gentle laughter rouses Nene from her reverie, drawing her gaze towards Miss Akiyama, resplendent in a lovely pink gown, her exquisite tresses cascading upon her shoulders.

"Miss Akiyama, it is an utmost delight to behold you." Proclaims the Duchess with a warm smile. "Pray tell, might you have overlooked someone?"

"Oh? Whom have I neglected?" Mizuki inquires playfully, casting her glance towards Mafuyu. "Alas, what a calamity! It appears I have overlooked my beloved governess, though her rigidity led me to momentarily ponder if she were but a mere statue!" She exclaims, eliciting an internal sigh from Mafuyu, whose gaze now wanders across the entirety of Mizuki's body.

"Miss Akiyama, aren't you always a delight..." A subtle smile flickers upon Mafuyu's countenance, though she swiftly regains her composure. "You are quite radiant this eve."

"I am most grateful, Miss Asahina." Mizuki responds, a soft blush gracing her cheeks. "I do hope my beauty shall not prove a distraction for you, dear governess."

"Behave yourself."

"Very well...I shall endeavor to refrain from disrupting your evening, governess~"

"Somehow I remain unconvinced, Miss Akiyama..." Mafuyu invariably gravitates closer to Mizuki, for their unique...friendship permits little distance between their souls. Her hands moving towards her to ensure that Mizuki's hair and attire repose in perfect order. "There, all is now splendidly in place, not indecent."

"My, my, pray tell, dear Miss Asahina, do you wish to imply that I am indecent?” Quipped Mizuki, fluttering her lashes sensually, weaving a tapestry of mischievous allure, rendering Mafuyu’s ears tinged with a delicate blush.

“I told you to conduct thyself with decorum." Mafuyu declared, to which Mizuki responded with a soft, melodic chortle.

“Governess!” Hastened Lady Shiraishi, rushing to their company. “And Miss Akiyama.” Her smile radiated warmth. “I find myself vexed by the general’s antics!”

“Pray, temper thyself, Lady Shiraishi, for His Majesty is in our midst.” Mafuyu replied, her hand soothingly resting upon the lady’s head.

“Forgive my fervor, Your Majesty…” An lamented, as she pouted childishly, grumbling about General Shinonome to Miss Asahina and Miss Akiyama. Whilst Mafuyu urged her to cease the quarrelsome banter, Mizuki laughed, assuring her of the light-heartedness of their affection.

As Akito and his esteemed mother approached, the latter chided Akito with relentless admonitions, to which he muttered expletives under his breath.

“Dearest Mother, since your most gracious return, you have beset me with ceaseless scoldings.” His hand rested gently on her shoulder, imparting a tender shake.

“You vexatious child...indeed I nag thee! Such is the essence of motherhood." She replied, her frown softening into an amused smile.

"General Shinonome! How delightful it is to witness you joining the grand assembly as well!" Tsukasa does exclaim with playful mirth.

"Lord Tenma...always a delight..." Akito responds with a sigh, yet such is the nature of their venerable friendship. The general and the count have encountered each other numerous occasions, including the recent inundation of the villagers' houses, for both have devoted their efforts to the noble task of reconstruction.

To recollect their first encounter, one must journey back several years, when they were but sixteen summers young. Akito was dispatched to survey a conflict in the village, only to discover Lord Tenma vociferously chiding a man.
Initially, the general mistook these ruffians as the source of disturbance, yet soon discerned that the man whom Tsukasa berated sought to steal from a lady, and Tsukasa, ever the valiant, intervened.
Akito's inaugural impression of Tsukasa was one of exasperation at his boisterousness, as one does when meeting the count, whilst Tsukasa perceived Akito to be excessively dour and embittered by the world.
Lord Tenma, pursuing the general with fervor, endeavored to elicit a laugh regarding the spectacle of him berating a hapless knave, thereby forging a most peculiar camaraderie.
In truth, Akito discovered within Tsukasa a noble spirit, finding his ideals captivating, though he would never confess as such, whilst Tsukasa unveiled the gentle heart of Akito, with his fervent desire to serve, protect, and manifest a world of joy and safety. Time and again, they reached out to one another in moments of despair or uncertainty. Their exchanges often escalated into playful disputes, for Lord Tenma is resolute, and the general is most obstinate; yet, beneath it all, a profound care does exist between them.

"Pray, now that we are all assembled here, I am compelled to inform you, Your Majesty, of my desire to partake in a ride alongside Lord Tenma." With a radiant smile, Nene addresses the king, who nods in approval. "May I burden you Lady Shiraishi to join our company?"

"It is no burden at all, Your Highness!" An exclaims, her excitement evident, for she delights in the art of riding.

"Exercise caution, Your Highness and Lady Shiraishi, for I desire your safe return home." Cautions the governess, to which the seamstress agrees with a nod. "Shall I accompany you?"

"Miss Asahina, fret not; we shall not venture far." An reassures her.

"I shall join in their merry escapade as well." Akito adds. "Anything to evade my mother's persistent grievances..."

"Child, temper thy tongue..."

"Very well, let us four embark on this ride together then." Declares Nene, bidding farewell to the assembly.