For what is love?

"I yield! I find myself utterly outmatched by you, Your Highness...it seems as though the very cosmos conspires solely against me!" Exclaims with dramatic flair Lord Tenma upon enduring his tenth defeat at the hands of the princess.

"I have foretold you, my lord, that triumph over me is beyond your grasp; excelling in all manner of games has ever been my forte!"

"You are indeed tenacious...yet all appears so effortless in your hands. I must convey my admiration; I shall henceforth refrain from contesting thy prowess in play..." Tsukasa, in a state of defeat, lays his head upon the table, while the governess gently prompts him to rise.

"Lord Tenma, such posture befits not one in the presence of Her Royal Highness..."

"I do beg your pardon, my princess...I am utterly vanquished!" His words elicit a soft chuckle from Nene.

"Thy behavior may be excused, my lord. Perchance this moment calls for respite."

"A respite sounds most splendid..." They share a laugh and rise from the table. "What pursuits shall we engage in next, my princess?"

"Pray, how about an aimless promenade through the palace? I shall enlighten thee on its grand design."

"That pleases me greatly!"

"As you have already witnessed, this is my own private library, wherein I devote the majority of my hours, indulging freely as my heart desires." She leads him throughout the entire palace, elucidating every chamber whilst Miss Asahina trails behind. "Ah, behold this intriguing locale." Nene opens the door to a chamber, unveiling Mizuki's workroom, wherein the seamstress is busily engaged in crafting a new nightgown for the princess, startled at her sudden appearance. "This is where Miss Akiyama does weave her enchantments and where I, Lady Shiraishi, and the general often spent our youthful days..."

"What a delight it is to behold my fair princess." Mizuki smiles gently and bows. "Are you showing Lord Tenma your chambers?"

"Yes, do pardon my intrusion, Miss Akiyama." Nene graciously smiles, the seamstress beckoning her to dismiss concern and to enter forthwith.

"Miss Akiyama, it is truly a delight to behold you once more." Tsukasa advances closer to admire her craftsmanship, a smile adorning his face. "The past months have kept me quite occupied, yet I shall ask for your assistance again, milady."

"At any time you require my aid, my lord. Though you already are a virtuoso in the noble art of seaming, so worry not."

"Good morrow, Miss Akiyama." States coldly the governess, gently closing the door behind her. "How do you fare?"

"I am quite well, my dear governess. And you? Do these esteemed children burden thee with their whims?" Miss Akiyama chuckles, whilst Miss Asahina takes her seat beside her, prompting Mizuki to turn and bestow a smile upon her. "Are you fatigued?"

"I find myself most apprehensive of my advancing years..."

"Nay, dear Miss Asahina, you remain as resplendent and youthful as the day we first encountered one another, albeit with a touch more of a...vile hussy." Mizuki playfully chides with affection.

"Oh my...such enchanting words, Miss Akiyama..."

"Should you feel wearied, Miss Asahina, I shall instead ask Lady Shiraishi to accompany us henceforth." Nene beams gently, suddenly embracing the governess. "I fervently desire your well-being, for the thought of a world devoid of your presence is unfathomable to me."

"Your Highness..." Mafuyu is momentarily taken aback, yet returns the embrace. "There must reside no trace of worry within my princess's heart, I assure you I am not fatigued, and you shall not envision a realm without me." She tenderly caresses Nene's back, eliciting a radiant smile from her.

"I extend my gratitude to thee, dear governess. I must, however, implore you to indulge in a respite, for the sake of my tranquility."

"As it pleases my princess. I shall summon Lady Shiraishi." She commences, casting a glance at Mizuki. "Pray, where might that little rascal be?" Her words elicit a chuckle from Mizuki.

"She ventured here not long ago...I cannot be certain, yet I believe Lord Shinonome has returned, and she sought his company." Miss Akiyama's hand, almost instinctively, comes to rest upon Miss Asahina's leg, rendering the governess quite...abashed. "Did you not encounter her this day?"

"Alas, there was no opportunity to cross paths with her..." Her hand briefly lingers on Mizuki's before gently urging her to withdraw it from her leg, as the count and princess are in attendance.

Princess Nene ponders within herself: "Might I be conjuring illusions, or do Miss Akiyama and Miss Asahina appear more closely allied than custom would suggest?", meanwhile, Tsukasa muses: "How utterly charming is Princess Nene...so frail beside the governess, affixed to her side as though she were her mother."

"Miss Asahina, there is no requirement for you to seek her; I shall command a maid to summon her forth."

"As you wish, Your Highness."

"Pray tell, what engages your attention, Miss Akiyama?" Tsukasa inquires, whilst Mafuyu, too, gazes on with eager anticipation for her reply.

"A nightgown of exquisite silk~ Fit for the fair princess...I would humbly beseech Her Highness to try it, yet...it is indecent for you to see her, my lord." A soft chuckle escapes her lips, whilst Tsukasa's face flushes a deep crimson at merely contemplating the sight of the princess in her nightgown.

"Ah, but I could gracefully vacate the chamber should the princess desire to try it on..."

"Nay...I shall...erm...attend to that at a more opportune moment, Lord Tenma." Replies Nene, her countenance equally flushed.

"Mm~ Shall I fashion one for my governess as well?" A playful smirk graces Mizuki's features, prompting Mafuyu to roll her eyes in exasperation.

"I am in no need of new nightgowns, Miss Akiyama..."

"Oh my! Fair Miss Asahina! You have rolled your eyes, a most unexpected act; what has become of maintaining a comportment of good manners?" Nene teases her, eliciting a smile of amusement from Miss Asahina.

"I do sincerely apologise from the depths of my heart, Your Royal Highness; I shall henceforth refrain from such conduct in the presence of my beloved princess, for it is most unbecoming of a lady."

"Pray tell, do you indulge in such frolics when I am absent? Is this true, dear Miss Akiyama?"

"My princess...the governess would never engage in such conduct; what you have witnessed was but a mere folly." The seamstress chuckles, their lighthearted exchange being interrupted by the arrival of Lady Shiraishi.

"Your Highness, my lord, Miss Asahina and Miss Akiyama, I greet thee with warmth on this splendid day." She offers a gracious smile and bows deeply. "Have you summoned me, my princess?"

"Indeed, Lady Shiraishi, I desire to escort Lord Tenma throughout the palace and humbly request thy presence, hence allowing my governess to enjoy the remainder of her day off." Nene beams, whilst An regards Mafuyu with a look of concern, pondering if she might be unwell.

"Mothe—Miss Asahina, do you fare well?"

"I am quite well, my dearest lady. Worry not, for the princess has insisted upon my respite, despite my assurances of good health." Mafuyu bestows upon her a gentle gaze to soothe her trepidations.

"Miss Asahina, you do embody a maternal spirit for all in this realm, appearing aloof yet filled with warmth and affection for many." Remarks Tsukasa with a smile, to which Nene assents with a nod.

"I am most grateful for thy kind words and concerns. Pray continue your tour, Your Highness; I shall remain in the company of Miss Akiyama." They unanimously concur, proceeding forth from the chamber.

"To what delightful destination shall we venture next...? Might I unveil our kitchen to you, Lord Tenma?"

"That may indeed pique his lordship’s interest, Your Highness." Quoth An with a hearty chuckle. "Pray, how fare you both this day?"

"Oh, I am splendidly well." Nene commences with cheer.

"The princess has bested me in every contest..." Tsukasa continues, his voice full of defeat, eliciting laughter from An.

"Alas, my lord, we can all lament in unity, for none have ever dethroned the princess in any endeavor of game."

"You granted me no forewarning, Lady Shiraishi...I am utterly vanquished!"

"I do sincerely apologize, my lord, I endeavored to apprise you."

"You are both indulging in exaggeration..." Quoth Nene, her laughter resonating in harmonious accord with her companions as they proceeded forth to the royal kitchen, leaving Miss Asahina and Miss Akiyama to...converse upon their customary matters.

"You are a most wicked woman...can you not forbear your mischief for but five fleeting moments?" Mafuyu intoned, grasping the chair upon which Mizuki was seated.

"I possess no knowledge of that which you speak about~" Mizuki replied with a wry smile, while Mafuyu, with a deft motion, drew Mizuki's chair nearer to her own for closer company.

"Oh, indeed? Do you not recall your actions of but three minutes past?" Miss Asahina's face inched ever closer to that of Miss Akiyama. "Are you purposefully trying to drive me to madness?"

"Did my esteemed governess find herself... beset? That was but a gesture of fondness." Mizuki smiles with mirth, her face flushing as a swarm of butterflies flutters within her because of the governess's gesture. She endeavors to avert her gaze from Mafuyu, but jumps in surprise when she feels the governess's lips grace her neck, prompting her to gently bite her lip. "Wait...I am most burdened with tasks..."

"Miss Akiyama." Mafuyu commences, her hands resting upon Mizuki's hips as she tenderly kisses her neck, traversing to her chin, cheek, and ultimately her ear. "Is this not what your heart yearned for? My undivided attention?"

"Good heavens...cease your teasing, and grant me a kiss, I beseech you." Miss Akiyama proclaims, her gaze locked with that of Miss Asahina's; in the blink of an eye, finding herself effortlessly hoisted by her hips and perched upon the table, as she is captivated in a fervent kiss.

"Is this...satisfactory?" Miss Asahina quips with a playful glint, continuously kissing Miss Akiyama, their chest pressed against each other, the seamstress's legs encircling the governess's hips.

"Pray, do not cease now." Miss Akiyama's delicate hands grace the governess's cheeks with tender affection, whilst Miss Asahina's fingers trail ardently across the seamstress's form, drawing her even closer to her by her legs. "I...need you to kiss me more. Kiss me as if you hold me in disdain, as if there exists no bounds to thy passion."

"Each time I behold you...it drives me to madness; do you comprehend the challenge of restraining myself in your presence?" Miss Asahina bestows upon Miss Akiyama a very passionate, rough and long kiss, scarcely permitting the poor lady a moment to inhale. "You are...ugh...most vexatious."

"Ah—Mmm~ As if it were any easier for me to withstand the desire to kiss you..."

The singular bond between Miss Akiyama and Miss Asahina, a friendship...most unique, unfolds with delightful grace, and their dialogues resonate with profound significance; thus, let us allow the pair to exchange their pleasantries as we embark upon their tale.

Miss Asahina has not always embodied the stern, fearsome, and emotionless lady she now presents to the world. Believe it or not, she was once a princess herself from a far-off realm, yet she has endeavored to erase that chapter of her existence.

She was a radiant child, brimful of joy and wonder, eager to embark upon her own quest of self-discovery and empowerment; alas, cruel fate was not kind to Miss Asahina. Her parents, particularly her mother, incessantly manipulated the innocent child, instilling the belief that she was lacking, extinguishing any flicker of enthusiasm she managed to ignite, forbidding her from education, and stifling her spirit with mandates to merely appear pretty, marry a man, and bear offspring—nothing else mattered.
Her emotions were deemed trifling, her joy inconsequential, as her aspirations faded into oblivion.
Consumed by rage and enveloped in sorrow, nothing held significance for her, no joy remained, yet she was compelled to don a facade of cheerful obedience, acquiescing to her mother’s whims, silencing her voice, and concealing her intellect from potential suitors.

The sole adult who harbored any concern for her well-being was her governess, appointed to her by the king and queen to impart lessons on wifely duties.
However, in secret, this benevolent guardian imparted the art of reading, writing, and mathematics, nurturing every scholarly interest that young Princess Mafuyu wished to pursue.
As her spirit grew colder and her fervor waned, she declared to her governess the futility of their masquerade; yet, her governess imparted words that have since resonated in her heart: "You may feel all is desolate and such efforts are in vain, yet destiny’s caprice is unmatched; one cannot foretell the gifts life may bestow. Equip thyself, for you are a woman, and women have proven to be so much more than mere wives and mothers. Even should the world conspire against you, you must fight, you must have knowledge."

Verily, one can assert that the esteemed governess did inspire Miss Asahina to embark upon this chosen path as well, for she harbored a noble desire to cultivate the minds of young ladies aspiring for more, much like herself.
At the tender age of fifteen, her parents decreed that she should wed forthwith, leaving no room for discourse. Thus, she acquiesced, embarking upon her quest for a suitable consort, all the while preserving her impeccable decorum, never slouching nor murmuring, despite her heart's silent cries of anguish.

One fateful day, the dutiful princess, seized by a spirit of rebellion, clandestinely snuck out from the palace, driven by an overwhelming sense of entrapment, fleeing without a modicum of forethought.

Meanwhile, Miss Akiyama, of humble beginnings, was born a mere peasant, devoid of noble title, residing in a dilapidated abode after the untimely loss of her parents to illness. She endeavored to earn a scant livelihood by peddling rags made by her, progressing to make aprons and nightgowns, albeit of modest quality due to her inability to procure lavish fabrics, yet sufficient to sustain her day by day.
Neither sorrowful nor joyous, she accepted her destiny, enviously eyeing the opulent ladies bedecked in exquisite gowns, untroubled by the harshness of poverty, yet powerless to alter her fate.

It was amidst the forest nearby that Miss Akiyama, in pursuit of plants needed to dye her fabrics, encountered no soul, or so she thought; but lo, a figure emerged, fleeing as though pursued by a pack of wild hounds, instilling momentary fear within her, until she perceived that this was no ordinary person—but the very princess herself. Rendered speechless and bewildered, she was met by Mafuyu's gaze, an expression of shame and discomfiture upon her countenance as she realized her clandestine escape had been discovered.

"Your Highness..." Mizuki bows most respectfully, whilst Mafuyu, in her state of bewilderment and heightened spirits, offers a broad smile, nearly inclining herself before Mizuki as well. "Your Highness, pray, do not lower yourself for me, for I am naught but a humble commoner." She interjects gently, halting the princess with a delicate gesture.

"I...I beg your pardon...I am..." Mafuyu begins, yet the words falter within her throat, as she strives to uphold her false semblance of composure. "I deeply apologise, I was startled by a wild creature and for a fleeting moment, I could not gather my wits."

"There is no need for apologies, Your Highness. This realm is fraught with peril for a princess; may I assist you in returning to safety? Are you alone in this vastness?"

"Nay, I am untroubled, I..." Tears cascade unbidden down her cheeks, her radiant smile dissipating. "I merely craved to flee..." She sinks to her knees, her exquisite gown of purple now besmirched with mud. She weeps openly, beset by overwhelming emotions, thus leaving Mizuki in utter perplexity.

"Your Highness...?" She approaches gently, kneeling beside her and softly resting her hand upon her leg. "What do you wish to flee from?"

"I am but a tangled mess...before thee, I profoundly apologize...I find myself unable to endure any longer..." The princess weeps bitterly, whilst Mizuki cannot refrain from enfolding her in a tender embrace, striving to soothe her troubled spirit.

"Fear not, dear Highness, for you are not alone. I shall remain by your side whilst you release the burdens that weigh heavily upon your heart." And thus, she did; she permitted Mafuyu to weep for an extended time, cradling her gently and stroking her back with tender care. When the tears ceased to flow and her heart felt numb, only then did Mafuyu grasp the full weight of her actions.

"I am most grateful...yet, I beg of you, speak not of this to a soul; I shall bestow upon you gold in abundance as a reward for your discretion."

"Your Highness, I require no gold, for I vow that all that has transpired here shall remain in secrecy. My promises may bear little weight for someone of your status, yet I swear I am a woman of integrity; let my head be forfeit if I prove untrue to my word."

What an extraordinary initial encounter it was, indeed. For fair Mafuyu has never beheld one so resolute in spurning riches, steadfastly desiring to preserve her honour.

On that fateful day, Miss Asahina gazed into Miss Akiyama's eyes maybe for a moment too long, imprinting her face in her memory for eternity.

Following their most embarrassing exchange, she slipped back into the palace discreetly, changed in new attire, recounted the tale to her governess, and, after enduring a gentle reprimand and crying some more, she resumed her stature as the elegant princess, adorned with the most resplendent smile in the realm.
Yet, she found herself craving numerous excursions to the village, wherein she sought after Miss Akiyama. They would revel in countless hours together, Miss Asahina imparting the virtues of reading and writing, while Miss Akiyama bestowed her expertise in the art of the needle.

Though of equal age, in Miss Asahina's eyes, Miss Akiyama emerged as a figure of strength, fairness, and wisdom, whilst she herself felt like an apprehensive young girl. Their bond flourished into a formidable friendship, with Mafuyu acknowledging Mizuki's remarkable gift for garment crafting, ultimately persuading her to accompany her to the palace to create the royal garments, a decision that displeased her parents, yet they acquiesced, wishing to maintain the false familial harmony, albeit chiding Mafuyu daily for her choice, yet she steadfastly cherished her seamstress.

All seemed to unfold splendidly for Miss Akiyama, thriving in her passions, escaping the clutches of poverty, with patrons clamouring for her exquisite gowns; whilst Miss Asahina's circumstances appeared increasingly dire, her parents wearied of her steadfast rejection of suitors, hurling insults her way. Her sole solace remained her devoted governess and the esteemed Miss Akiyama.

The passage of six moons since her inaugural encounter with the seamstress has imbued the princess with feelings most profound sensations that until then, were unknown to her, yet igniting a warmth within her fractured heart.

Perched upon the floor of the grand library, on their backs, next to each other and gazing upwards in hushed reverie, Miss Asahina felt an irresistible desire to impart her sentiments to Miss Akiyama, yet her heart, racing with fervor, rendered it impossible to direct her gaze towards her.

"So you are to be wed, my princess?" Mizuki exclaimed, her eyes fixated upon Mafuyu's face.

"I suppose so." The gentle scrutiny in Mizuki's gaze enveloped her in a tide of shyness and trepidation, rendering her incapable of meeting her stare. Yet, the yearning for her seamstress made evasion an impossible endeavor.
Thus their eyes intertwined, savouring each other, with Mizuki bestowing a tender smile and Mafuyu adorning an expression akin to that of a startled creature. "I wish..."

"What do you desire, Your Highness?" Mizuki attentively listens to her, whilst Mafuyu gently takes her delicate and fragile hand, placing it upon her chest, allowing Miss Akiyama to feel the fervent pounding of her heart, leaving the seamstress blushing most charmingly.

"I wish..." She continueth, drawing her face near that of Mizuki, their noses brushing softly against one another. "I most fervently yearn to bestow upon you a kiss at this very moment." She professeth in a manner most unrefined, causing Mizuki's heart to race with fervor.

"W-We...ought not, my princess."

"Ought we not? Yet why does my heart crave it so? Is it such a tragedy that I long for thee? I detest that each time I shutter my eyes, it is only you that invades my thoughts—your radiant smile, the gaze with which you look upon me, your laughter that is most unladylike, and the joyous exuberance with which you present me your exquisite new gowns. I cannot rid myself of you. My mind and heart are filled solely with your essence. From the moment our paths did cross within the forest, I have been agonisingly tormented by the longing for your presence, the solitary warmth I know is when I am in your proximity. I feign all that is I, presenting a visage of pretense, yet all my endeavors are but to navigate my way to you."

"My dearest princess..." The exquisite Mizuki finds herself transfixed by the sweet utterance of such tender words from Mafuyu's lips, her heart echoing the sentiment within. "What shall we do...?"

"Flee, Mizuki, flee to the furthest reaches of the realm from the palace, and I shall rendezvous with you at the docks."

"Pray, what?" Mizuki is taken aback by this abrupt metamorphosis, her hands instinctively tenderly grasping Mafuyu's face. "What scheme do you conjure?"

"Merely place your trust in me, and we shall hasten away. I shall find you, I vow. And should fortune forsake my return...escape far from this land."

"Your words instill fear within me...I shall not depart without you!"

"I beg of you, just for this one time, place your trust in me."

"Very well...yet I shall not depart without the kiss you have promised."

Thus, Miss Asahina and Miss Akiyama experienced their first kiss, a singular kiss imbued with fervor and yearning for one another.

It is a notable trait of our revered governess that she finds uttering 'I love you' exceedingly burdensome; such words, in their essence, seem devoid of sincerity, rendering her affections as mere pretense. Yet, she manifests her love through deeds, for what could have compelled Miss Asahina to burn down her own palace if not an everlasting love and devotion to Miss Akiyama?
Aware that to remain and espouse a gentleman would render her union with Miss Akiyama insurmountably challenging, and cognizant that fleeing would incite her parents to scour the globe for her, she deemed it perilous to endanger Mizuki.

She bid her governess farewell, imploring her to depart as well, leaving the latter astounded by the depths of her anguish. Though her noble governess endeavored to dissuade her, the fire of resolve burned brightly within Miss Asahina's eyes. They embraced tenderly one final time, concluding the governess to evacuate the royal staff, who bore no blame for the impending tragedy.

As Miss Asahina ignited the blaze within the palace, she ensured to lock the door to her parents' chambers, commencing the flames from therein. She did not depart until assured the palace was consumed by fire. Casting one last glance behind, she fled with greater swiftness than when she first collided with Miss Akiyama.
Together, they traversed the seas for countless weeks, concealing their identities until they arrived in the kingdom of King Toya, who at that time was but a youthful prince. News of the palace's conflagration spread through the realms, with all believing that the Queen, King, and Princess perished that fateful night, at least in the neighboring lands.
Yet, Miss Asahina remained resolute, not daring to read any papers, until they reached a distant shore, where their homeland remained unknown. She never beheld her governess henceforth, yet she ardently desired the opportunity to say to her 'thank you' one final time.

Love, a most peculiar affliction, not only propels one into realms of madness, but compels actions beyond the bounds of one's own belief.
Miss Asahina and Miss Akiyama, though ensnared by poverty following their arduous journey, found contentment in each other’s company, rendering all else trifling.
At the tender age of seventeen, they garnered renown in their village; Miss Akiyama's exquisite sewing skills and alluring character coupled with Miss Asahina’s grace, formidable strength and profound intellect, caught the attention of Prince Toya.
His curiosity led him to ask his father to summon these ladies to the palace for him to converse with, yet his request was met with dismissal, the king deeming it unnecessary to engage with peasants.

Nonetheless, as whispers of their talents spread, the prince's intrigue grew. Under the guise of wishing to observe the village prior to his ascension as future king, he ventured to their humble house, finding them utterly captivating.

Thus, an extraordinary friendship blossomed among the trio, and after much persuasion, the king relented, permitting them to reside within the palace—Mizuki elevated to royal seamstress and Mafuyu appointed as the young governess to the prince, per the prince's earnest request.

He scarcely seemed to inquire about their whereabouts or their unique...friendship, for his sole concern layed within their skills and their souls.

Miss Asahina imparted upon Prince Toya knowledge otherwise unknown to him, urging him to immerse himself in both scholarly pursuits and the arts. Prior to her guidance, Toya was a young man of brilliant intellect and remarkable talent with the piano, yet he remained unformed, lacking the essence requisite to attain greatness.

Miss Asahina promptly harnessed his abilities, accentuating his strengths, addressing his deficiencies, and molding him into an impeccable future sovereign.
She harbours eternal gratitude towards him for welcoming her and Mizuki into the palace, and he, in turn, is endlessly thankful to them for bestowing upon him a robust friendship, refining his character, and allowing him to embrace his true self, whilst neither underestimating nor excessively praising him.

At the tender age of nineteen, Prince Toya did officially wed the woman of his dreams, ascended the throne as the king of his realm, and commenced his own regal approach. While it is predominantly Miss Asahina who oversees his royal obligations, he has never doubted her counsel, a decision which has yielded fruitful rewards.
Furthermore, he entreated Miss Asahina to serve as the governess to his future heir, a request she graciously accepted.

The esteemed King Toya, known as occasionally rather oblivious, discovered the true nature of the relationship between Miss Asahina and Miss Akiyama only after the arrival of little Lady Shiraishi at the palace that coincided with the birth of his own daughter, Princess Nene, when they were all of twenty-four years.
Unperturbed by the revelation, he took great joy in their union, and, although Miss Asahina refrained from disclosing her past, it did not affect their friendship as he understood that is a matter he should not press.

Those privy to the knowledge of their relationship include King Toya, the late queen, Lady and Lord Shinonome, the duchess, and Lady Shiraishi.
They have withheld this information from Her Royal Highness to spare her the weight of such secrets, whilst the esteemed General Shinonime remains, alas, rather unaware when such matters are broached, rendering him oblivious to, or at the very least, unable to comprehend, the true essence of their relationship.

Turning thine gaze upon the present hour, the count, the princess, and Lady Shiraishi proceed to the royal kitchen, where a rather curious spectacle does unfold.
No kitchen staff grace the vicinity, only His Majesty and Duchess Airi, seated at the table, eating from a singular bowl containing what appeared to be rice and meat with some kind of crimson sauce and vegetables. Quite peculiar, indeed.

"Your Majesty, Your Grace." Begins curiously An. "May you find joy in your repast."

"Your Majesty, Your Grace, how fare you on this day?" Tsukasa inquires, suppressing laughter at the comical sight of the duo feasting as humble folk.

"Father, Your Grace, might I inquire why you partake of but one bowl? Surely, there exists ample food for both of your appetites." Nene questions, eliciting laughter from the duo.

"Pardon our apparent... impropriety; I have begged my duchess to grant me her time and prepare for me one of her renowned dishes which I cherish dearly."

"Begging is indeed a grand term, Your Majesty, for I simply seek to bring joy to my king." Airi replies, casting a glance that invokes His Majesty's mild curiosity regarding her prior hesitance.

"Oh? You do seek to please me? How delightful! Might I inquire why your demeanor was most vexatious upon my request, accompanied by that most disdainful countenance and colorful utterances?" He jests.

"Hush thyself..." She retorts with feigned ire, yet gives a false smile. "Your Majesty..." She concludes, causing him to chuckle. "Are you content now? Do my culinary endeavors please thy distinguished palate?"

"It is truly remarkable, my dear Duchess; I extend my heartfelt gratitude for your most gracious company." He articulates, whilst she imparts a soft chuckle.

"Yet, it does not elucidate as to why you are sharing but one bowl..." Nene resumes, a gentle smile gracing her face at the comical tableau.

"It is solely upon Her Grace's decree that but a single portion be prepared for herself, for I deemed myself unworthy...then she bestowed it back upon me, only to realize subsequently that she too is famished, thus we find ourselves in this most peculiar predicament."

"Most untrue indeed. His Majesty did persistently implore throughout my culinary endeavors, nagging me until death, compelling me to conclude it fair that I alone shall eat...yet I cannot deny His Majesty, thus, verily, we are caught in this whimsical circumstance."

"Provided that you find the fun in it, it should pose no detriment..." An exclaims in mirth, though a mischievous smirk adorns her countenance. "But I must advise you, Your Majesty, Your Grace, that you shall keep the governess oblivious or she shall chastise you severely."

"Alas, that most insufferable witch..." Airi begins to roll her eyes, eliciting vibrant laughter from Tsukasa. "I mean...my dear governess shall not be privy to such antics."

"What mischief do you three engage in?" The king inquires.

"I find myself endeavoring to present Lord Tenma with the splendours of the palace, or so I strive to do." Lady Nene joins in merriment upon beholding the count. "Pray, cease...My abdomen does ache from such mirth..." As their laughter persists, devoid of any discernible cause, Lady Shiraishi stands astonished, unable to comprehend the unfolding scene.

"I am...most sincerely apologetic, Your Highness...I am unable to restrain my mirth." Lord Tenma's laughter resounds magnificently, causing the very walls of the palace to quiver, whilst tears of delight brim in Nene's eyes, bewildering not only Lady Shiraishi but also the king and duchess alike.

"At the very least, it appears that both Princess Nene and Lord Tenma are...quite elated. Their relationship is rather splendid." Remarks Airi in jest, to which Toya offers a gracious smile.

"Indeed, my dear duchess. They exhibit great joy; I have not heard my princess laugh with such fervour before, and it brings me much delight."

Her Grace, Duchess Momoi Airi, was born as the singular heir of her noble lineage and her progenitors held a cherished friendship with King Toya's esteemed parents, offering unwavering support since their tender youth. Alongside Lady Shinonome, the trio mirrored the endearing camaraderie shared by Akito, An, and Nene in modern-day.

The duchess's spirited nature was infamous, never content in tranquility, her exuberance often surpassing the decorum befitting a lady, and exhibiting roughness towards her youthful companions. She harbored a distinct aversion to being adorned, for her attire frequently fell victim to the soil of her beloved garden, where she reveled in, pretending to cultivate, a stark contrast to Lady Shinonome's aversion to any form of uncleanliness.
King Toya, meekly yielding to the duchess's whims, would accompany her into the muck without question.
The trio often absconded from their studies, racing towards the pastoral lands of the villagers to play, with young Duchess Airi and Prince Toya playfully frightening sweet Lady Shinonome with the farm's chickens pursuing her with tales of the animal impending harm to her delicate nose.

Chiefly, Airi embodied the troublemaker, whilst Toya gleefully followed in her capers, leaving poor Lady Shinonome crying her eyes off, sprinting as swiftly as her little legs would allow. The villagers found the three rascals quite delightful, humouring themselves at their antics, completely different from the reactions of their parents that reprimanded and scolded them without cease.

Upon the occasion of their fifteenth year, the esteemed Lady Shinonome encountered the noble Lord Shinonome, and a profound love blossomed between them. Meanwhile, His Majesty King Toya chanced upon his future queen, a renowned princess hailing from a neighboring realm, who too captured his heart.

Alas, the esteemed Duchess Airi remained untouched by such fervent affections. While she rejoiced in the happiness of her dear friends, she harbored the belief that matrimony was an encumbrance unfitting for her spirit; she longed for the simplicity of a peasant's life, to toil in the fields from dawn till dusk, to indulge in the creation of culinary delights, and to embrace the earthiness of existence without the weight of judgment.
As a young woman now, she felt constrained, obliged to uphold decorum, to acquire knowledge deemed valuable, and to embody a more feminine guise. Though she did indeed developed an ardent fondness for the realm of fashion, her untamed spirit endured, for she was ever a character of resolute disposition.

The Duchess devised clandestine pursuits beyond the bounds of her prescribed role; her devoted staff cherished her dearly, for she possessed a profound understanding of the labor required to till the soil. Unlike her mother, she bore no airs of superiority, willingly laboring alongside those less fortunate. Fondly she engaged with the children and extended her benevolence to aid those in need, offering both assistance and financial support, winning the hearts of many, particularly now as she deftly manages the estate on her own.

Even amidst the bloom of love, their cherished friendship endured unwaveringly, for even as they ascended to their family’s illustrious titles, their bond remained as strong as ever.
Particularly, the camaraderie shared between Lady Shinonome and Duchess Momoi is unparalleled, for nary a day passes without their affectionate meetings.
In their tender youth, they would often find themselves at the Duchess’s grand mansion, sharing the same chamber under the cloak of night, exchanging dreams, apprehensions, and secrets.

As the years unfurled, when Ena resolved to pursue a serious romance with the one destined to be Lord Shinonome, she sought the counsel of her dearest confidante—a request that baffled Airi, who knew naught of love, yet lent an empathetic ear as her friend wept, confessing her truth.
The object of her affection was none other than a woman, disguised in masculine apparel, her hair cropped short.
Airi was taken aback by this revelation; yet Ena elaborated, sharing that Kanade, the lady who had captured her heart, concealed her identity to partake in musical studies reserved for men. Though she bore no title, her artistic prowess garnered her substantial acclaim and riches from her enchanting performances.

Their fateful encounter unfolded by mere happenstance, with Lady Shinonome joyfully painting in her garden as Kanade arrived at her mansion, summoned by Ena's father as he was eager to witness the so-called musical prodigy.
Encountering the exquisite artistry of the lady, Kanade felt a surge of warmth, inspiration igniting within her to compose a symphony born of the very images Lady Shinonome conjured.

They endlessly talked, and they soon discovered a wealth of commonalities, their artistic expressions harmonizing exquisitely. Kanade possessed warmth and tranquility, her voice a soft murmur, striving to convey a masculine aura, endearing in her sweetness. In contrast, Ena exhibited a fiery temperament, easily ignited into anger, brimming with fervor to ascend as a preeminent painter, despite lacking the innate talent bestowed upon her father.

Yet, they worked together remarkably, with Kanade serving as the soothing presence to quell Ena's storms, offering unwavering support, and assuring her of her worth. Meanwhile, Ena fiercely protected Kanade from any disrespect, knowing her partner often shunned confrontation.

Upon realizing her profound affection for Ena, Kanade declared the truth of her identity, intimating that their path should diverge; yet, Ena, undeterred, spoke of her love for Kanade's intellect and spirit, rather than her gender.

Furthermore, it pertained to the esteemed title of Lady, for her father had imparted unto her that she would not inherit such noble designation unless she weds a gentleman deserving of the title of Lord. Thus, it served to advantage their cause, as her father held a favorable opinion of Kanade, deeming her a commendable 'man', exceedingly gifted and certain to temper Ena's spirit.

Lady Shinonome harbored trepidation towards the engagement, fearing the revelation of Kanade's true identity might destroy her existence after her arduous efforts to shroud herself in the pursuit of music.
Kanade, however, professed a willingness to forsake music rather than be separated from her, yet Ena sought an external viewpoint.

Lady Airi urged her, asserting that it was implausible to deduce that Kanade was, in actuality, a woman, and with their temperaments, it would be effortless. For Ena shall be the one to engage in discourse while Kanade merely attends to necessary signatures; should they require assistance, the duchess would lend her aid.

Ena's other concern was concealing such a secret from Toya, their dear friend, yet to her astonishment, upon finally mustering the valor to confide in him, he expressed his understanding. He uttered: 'I recognize the difficulty of this revelation, yet you disclosed it in the spirit of friendship, and as your loyal companion, I am wholeheartedly joyous for you and, as your future king, I vow to safeguard you and your eventual 'husband'.'

Thus concludes the enchanting tale of Lady Shinonome, Lord Shinonome, Duchess Airi, and His Majesty King Toya.

Indeed, as the governess and seamstress later joined their fellowship, a requisite interval ensued for them to forge camaraderie and unveil one another's confidences, yet it felt most harmonious.

Miss Asahina was the first to discern the truth of Lord Shinonome's identity, for there exists nothing that her keen ears do not catch nor that escapes her discerning gaze. She held her tongue forthwith, awaiting Lady Shinonome's revelation, only to say when presented with the truth: 'Indeed, I have been aware of that; I have diligently ensured that you and 'Lord' Shinonome are suitably prepared for each gathering, and I shall henceforth safeguard your well-beings again.' This somewhat incensed Ena, yet her gratitude for Miss Asahina remained undiminished.

Moreover, Lady Shinonome, Lord Shinonome, and Duchess Airi discovered the unique...affection that blossomed betwixt Miss Asahina and Miss Akiyama rather sooner than His Majesty King Toya, yet this is hardly a feat when one speaks of His Majesty, truth be told.

One query lingers in the air: should Lord Shinonome indeed be a woman, how then did the gallant general Shinonome Akito come into existence?
Indeed, Lady Shinonome bore him, for he did not materialize from naught, only that the king diligently sought an individual of utmost trust to assist the Lady and Lord, for 'cruel fate had deprived them of progeny', and thus, general Akito graced the world, the nobility eliciting heartfelt congratulations to Lord and Lady Shinonome upon the arrival of their offspring.

Hence, the keepers of this secret are: the king, the late queen, Duchess Airi, Miss Asahina, Miss Akiyama, Lady Shiraishi, and notably, Akito himself (surprisingly); the princess remains blissfully ignorant of such matters, as they have resolved to spare her the burden and allow her to unravel the truth in due time.

Yet, returning to the present moment, you are now enlightened as to the peculiar engagements of the king and the duchess! The tour of the palace for Lord Tenma proceeds apace, as he is graced with sights completely unseen within a normal noble household.

"I express my deepest gratitude, my Princess, for this splendid day. Engaging in games, laughter, and frolicking amidst your resplendent palace...I truly felt a warmth akin to that of my own abode." Lord Tenma proclaims as he prepares to take his leave. "I eagerly anticipate the pleasure of your company once more."

"Then I shall await your esteemed visit with great anticipation." Replies the princess, her smile radiating warmth. "I shall..." Miss you, she yearns to convey, yet she simply continues to smile. "I shall wish you a most safe and prosperous journey this eve."

"I am most grateful, Your Highness." And thus he departs.

Then he returns once more, time and again, whilst the princess eagerly awaits his arrival, her heart a flutter of anxious anticipation. At each grand ball, she steadfastly disregards the gazes of the multitude of her suitors, hastening directly to his side. During late night feasts with the entirety of the princess's family and friends, Lord Tenma shines as the luminary, eliciting laughter from his jokes and antics and raised brows when his exuberance spills forth.
In every game, in every pursuit, they engage in spirited contests, teasing one another with affectionate jests, each finding the other irresistibly vexing, and...they undeniably fall deeply in love, albeit such profound sentiment was not their intention.