For what is love?

In the grand tapestry of existence, it is an undeniable truth that one does not love another for their perceived perfection; no, it is in spite of their imperfections that one discovers true affection. Indeed, to fall in love is to embrace the entirety of a being, to find significance even in their flaws; one cannot select merely the virtues to adore, but must learn to cherish the shortcomings as well.
A union, be it a marriage or a profound relationship, signifies the earnest recognition of both the heights and depths of one another, a commitment to tender care, solace, and a devotion that encompasses the entirety of their souls intertwining with your own.

There exists no remedy for love; countless souls have endeavored to quell their passions, yet such efforts inevitably culminate in sorrow. From fleeing that which one cherishes, only anguish does one procure.
Alas, a profound tragedy dwells within the hearts of the fair princess and the esteemed count, as though they were the central figures in a most twisted saga. Since their last most unfortunate encounter, the princess has shunned Lord Tenma, convinced that it is wiser to forget him, should their connection never ascend to earnest heights.

Yet, forgetting proves a formidable challenge. Even as their paths chance to converge, she often turns a blind eye or retorts with ire to his inquiries, for it is most arduous to witness him, yet again.

Whenever she lays in her bed in solitude, gazing at the ceiling, she reflects upon him—the delightful banter and teasing they shared, the graceful dances they indulged in, the theatrical act they performed together, and the manner in which his smile dispelled her every concern. She yearns for more cherished moments, yet they remain beyond her grasp; for he does not harbor love for her, does he?

Princess Nene is acutely aware that love is the most potent of human emotions, for she has witnessed the profound affection shared between her esteemed mother and father. Even in the wake of her mother’s passing, the king continues to cherish her memory, eternally enshrined in his heart; if he cannot forget his departed spouse, how then might she forget Lord Tenma, who lives and breathes, ever near, yet ever distant?

She harbored a keen curiosity regarding the manner by which Miss Asahina has evaded the realms of love and matrimony throughout her existence...forsooth, even if Miss Asahina has assumed the semblance of one destined for singlehood, surely one so disinterested in affection as she is would not find delight in the shackles of wedlock.
With intent, she proceeds to Mafuyu's study, yearning for sage counsel.

Upon her arrival, she beholds Miss Asahina perched upon her chair, whilst Miss Akiyama occupies the adjacent seat, fervently chattering on myriad topics in rapid succession, permitting Miss Asahina to listen in rapt silence, her gaze tenderly fixed upon Mizuki.
Her eyes traverse the entirety of features from Miss Akiyama's visage, appearing breathless, as if in dire need of respite, prompting Nene to ponder the nature of her expression. Is she aggrieved by the seamstress? Yet, the countenance displayed is not one of vexation; it bespeaks an existence that wholly revolves around Miss Akiyama, a notion entirely true, yet unbeknownst to the princess.

"I have chanced upon the most captivating new fabric! Such exquisite pink satin, I have never beheld its like, and my heart brimmed with joy at the prospect of crafting new clothes from it!" Miss Akiyama chuckles, then pausing momentarily to lock gazes with Miss Asahina, her smile radiant. "What is the matter? Why do you gaze upon me so?"

"In what manner?" Queries Miss Asahina, her smile tender as she tucks a strand of hair behind Miss Akiyama's ear.

"As if you do crave for something from me~ Is there aught you desire, my dearest governess?"

"I wish you would simply be silent." Mafuyu interjects, causing Mizuki to frown like a pampered child. Yet before she could protest, Mafuyu continues. "I sincerely crave your silence so that I might steal a kiss, for I find it most irksome to interrupt you delightful chatter." At these words, Miss Akiyama's cheeks blossomed with deep crimson.

"Mm, I am silent now." She timidly replies, prompting Miss Asahina to draw nearer, softly caressing her visage and bestowing upon her a delicate kiss, albeit fleeting, as Miss Akiyama interrupts their tender moment with her words. "Verily..." She asserts with a playful smirk. "I seem to have neglected to convey something further~" She teases Miss Asahina, whose lips linger precariously close, her countenance marred by a frown, as though she might perish were Miss Akiyama to not grace her with another kiss.

"Mm...I am listening?" She says, tenderly tracing her fingers across her entire face, gently nudging her nose against hers.

"Are you truly?~"

"At the very least, I am making earnest attempts, you do greatly divert my attention, Miss Akiyama." She proclaims, prompting Mizuki to chuckle and bestow yet another kiss upon her.

"I was but engaging in playful jest, naught of significance to say at this instant~"

"Except that you are still conversing..." Miss Asahina graces her with gentle, tender kisses upon her lips, eliciting a joyful smile from Miss Akiyama amidst their affections.

Princess Nene finds herself in a state of utter bewilderment and astonishment, for she has never beheld Miss Asahina in such a state of tenderness and affection; it seems verily unreal to her. Indeed, she is far more astounded by Miss Asahina's fervent love than by the sight of two ladies exchanging a kiss. Alas, there goes her inquiries regarding Miss Asahina's solitary existence.

She harbours no desire to intrude upon the ladies in their...activity, yet the governess catches sight of her from the corner of her eye as she prepares to depart.

"Your...Royal Highness, I beg your forgiveness for my indiscretion; do enter, I implore you." Miss Asahina rises to render a courteous bow.

"N-No...I do apologize, Miss Asahina; the door was just a crack open...I had no intention of spying! My sincerest apologies!"

"Oh...Your Highness..." Miss Akiyama too bows low before the princess, anxious regarding the nature of her response.

"The hour has come for you to learn the truth, my princess. Soon shall you ascend as the queen of this realm, endowed with your own sovereign decree; you are most justly entitled to impose upon me any punishment as you deem fit, even death. I only beg of you to spare Miss Akiyama, if not for my own sake, then for the sake of the esteemed Lady Shira—Shinonome."

"Punish you...? Miss Asahina, you are akin to my mother; the mere contemplation of such seems most improper. And what transgression would you suffer for? For love? Such a notion is quite absurd." The fair Princess Nene bestows a gentle smile. "Should I take the mantle of queen, you and Miss Akiyama shall remain under my protection. Your presence has been a constant in my life, and Miss Asahina..I hold you in the highest regard; you have been my mentor, my maternal figure, my safeguard, and it brings me great joy to witness your happiness."

"I am most grateful, Your Highness; your kindness overwhelms me. I shall be eternally in your debt." Responds Miss Asahina, as Nene approaches to embrace her and Miss Akiyama.

"For how long, pray tell, has this been unfolding?"

"How amusing it is that you do inquire, Your Highness." Miss Akiyama replies with a chuckle, glancing at Miss Asahina. "It has been a considerable span of time, my dear, has it not?"

"Over thirty years...yet who is counting?"

"What?! Thirty?! My heavens!" Nene exclaims in utter astonishment. "I offer my sincerest apologies...I was not prepared for such tidings...I find myself a simpleton for not discerning sooner; I had ever presumed you two share but an...unique friendship."

"Oho! Indeed a most unique friendship, my princess!" Chuckles Mizuki, entwining herself around Mafuyu's arm. "I feel the sands of time slipping through my fingers...Alas! I shall never reclaim the beauty of my youth, what course shall I pursue?" She dramatically rests her arm upon her forehead, whilst Miss Asahina casts her a sidelong glance.

"You are speaking nonsensically once more, cease this folly. Each day, you grow ever more exquisite in my sight; I cherish all, every crease, every silver strand, naught shall render you unattractive in my eyes."

"I am pleased to hear such words, my dear governess. Yet, has your hair not turned to white long ago?" She playfully chides, prompting a sigh of exasperation from Miss Asahina.

"Verily...for I had to contend with the capers of all present..." She says, Nene bestowing upon her a gentle smile, convinced that the pair are indeed a most wondrous sight together. A bond exceeding three decades...aging in unison and still yearning for one another as if it were but the nascent days of their courtship, playfully teasing and exchanging such exquisite utterances. Is it not a delightful matter to grow old alongside a cherished companion? She yearns for one who shall gaze upon her with the same affection that they did whilst engaging in tender kisses.

"I had a query to pose unto you, Miss Asahina, yet it has become futile..." Nene chuckled softly.

"Fear not, Your Highness, I remain at your service to assist should the need arise."

"Upon witnessing you today together with Miss Akiyama...it is inconceivable that there exists a question to which you cannot respond. How can it truly be that there is something you do not possess an answer for?"

"Oh? Pray, take your chance, Your Highness."

"I was most curious to discern how you have eluded the grasp of love, how you have never felt the burden of ardent affection and yearning for another? And if one could still find joy in a solitary state? Or does a certain absence linger in your heart?" She inquires, and Mafuyu reflects for a moment, her gaze drifting towards Mizuki.

"You are indeed correct...I am unable to assist you with that for my seamstress has captivated my thoughts since the first time our paths crossed, perpetually instilling a longing within me, even when we share the same palace." Miss Akiyama beams at her proclamation.

"What compels you to muse upon such matters, Your Highness?" Miss Akiyama softly caresses her head whilst speaking.

"I seek to understand if one can truly forget another should marriage not grace their future. Once did I harbor aspirations of great magnitude, I felt assured in my journey, yet now...I find myself adrift, unable to act without the unwelcome torrent of thoughts besieging my mind."

"Allow me to express that whilst I may not possess the means to assist with your predicament, it is necessary for me to encourage you to persevere in the pursuit of your aspirations, to never relinquish your fate into destiny's capricious hands. You must fight and survive, my princess. A very wise lady once imparted to me that even amidst profound anguish, even when the path appears obscured, you must advance, you must learn, you must possess knowledge. Indeed, love is a most splendid treasure, and I hold firm in the belief that your heart shall ultimately find joy; yet, it is essential that you remain ever vigilant. You are a woman and women are not only mere wifes and mothers. Yes, these responsibilities we embrace out of love, for we are capable, for we are nurturing beings, and, of course, a harmonious marriage may bestow great joy, rendering other desires redundant.
Alas, many shall dismiss you, Your Highness, solely on the basis that you are a woman. You are no ordinary damsel in distress; you are destined to be queen, endowed with the divine right to rule, to render pivotal decisions. Stand tall and resolute, think independently, and discern when to exhibit gentleness and when to be resolute; let not any soul dictate the course of your life. I remain steadfast with Miss Akiyama, our bond unwavering, yet I am also known as the governess, perceived as a cold, yet dependable presence. You shall be a wife and a mother, but above all, you shall ascend as Her Majesty The Queen Nene."

“I extend my deepest gratitude to you, Miss Asahina. Your words have proven most beneficial.” Nene offers a gentle smile, absorbing the sage counsel of her governess, which ignites a fervent yearning within her to cast aside her shyness and aspire forward, as she has always desired. She shall ascend to the throne as Queen. She shall become a most splendid actress, performing before an audience unflinchingly. She shall embrace the role of a devoted wife, loving wholeheartedly, and as a mother, she shall inspire her offspring to seek greatness.

Her aspirations are now clear; she wishes to be known by her subjects, to reveal her competence to all. Or so she believes.

She still finds herself musing upon the subject of love and her complex feelings towards Lord Tenma. She remains uncertain whether she shall ever cast him from her thoughts, but she acknowledges that dwelling in shadows and despair is no longer her fate. Contemplating whether to let her inquiries dissipate into the ether, she resolves, driven by curiosity, to seek the wisdom of one final individual: Her Grace, Duchess Momoi Airi, for she remains the sole figure among them, unwed and without progeny.

"I am filled with joy to behold you, Your Highness; your presence in my humble abode was unexpected, for our customary gatherings are often held within the palace's grand halls." Duchess Airi beams, seated at the table with Princess Nene, partaking in a delightful tea.

"I am most grateful for your gracious presence, Your Grace. I am aware that you had prior engagements tending to the villagers' planting and harvesting; I beg your pardon for my unannounced arrival."

"My dear princess requires not the burden of announcing her presence; you are ever welcome! Pray tell, is all well?"

"It is rather trivial...yet I wish to pose a query to you."

"Pray, ask anything, Your Highness." Airi cradles her hands with tender warmth.

"You have remained unwed, is that not so?"

"Indeed, you speak the truth."

"Pray, Your Grace, why? Was there truly no one who captured your heart? No soul for whom you did yearn? Do you possess no regrets within your thoughts?" She inquires, as Airi offers a gentle smile.

"Why, you ask? Alas, I am uncertain. I have long held the conviction that love was not destined for me; I yearned merely to live my life according to my own desires. My parents did try to convince me, weeping and imploring me to wed, lamenting that my actions would result in disgrace for our family, that our name may fade into obscurity due to my selfishness.
Their pleas only strengthened my resolve to remain unwed. I aspired to demonstrate my worthiness, to effect change, despite their doubts. I have often been perceived as unrefined and blunt, which garnered disdain from many; yet I harbor no regret in embracing my true self. I have friends who believed in me, and I now cherish the love of those who accept me as I am, grateful for my uniqueness. When my time upon this earth has concluded and the name of Momoi is but a whisper, I shall find solace in the knowledge that there are those who will remember me, not as Duchess Momoi, but as Airi. That is sufficient contentment for my soul."

"Truly...what beautiful words, Your Grace. You are a lady destined to be remembered for eternity." Princess Nene bestows a gentle smile. "You should take pride in your accomplishments, particularly if happiness crowns them. Yet, I do ponder how you did elude the grasp of love."

"I have loved; I have not entirely fled from it. I have loved my friends, their offspring, my subjects, my homeland, the nature surrounding me, the celestial canopy; love is inescapable."

"Mayhap you are correct...Yet has there ever been one who stirred within you the desire to flee and relinquish all for the sake of embracing that tender, formidable love? A suitor who kindled thoughts of marriage?"

"Verily, I profess I have no idea." Duchess Airi chuckles, her thoughts wandering, as though in pursuit of a memory where the urge to elope with another danced upon her heart. "Perchance...I did. Maybe I was oblivious to my own emotions, stemming from sheer obstinacy, but I do confess, whispers that ignited tremors of youthful ardor have caressed my senses. I reminisce on moments where time itself seemed to pause, as if my heart sought to leap from its confines."

"I comprehend. And...do you not find yourself pained by reflections on what could might have been if you have been cognizant of your sentiments and afforded the chance for love to envelop you?"

"Even if somehow I might have been aware, and even had I permitted myself to be bound by love...I am quite certain that the outcome would have been naught but the same as it was. I harbor no sorrow, I endure not sleepless nights, and I possess no regrets, for I am not solitary; I have loved and been loved in return. That suffices for my heart, and I find myself quite content."

"I thank you, Duchess Airi; I am most appreciative of your words." Nene declares, and they subside into silence for several moments ere the princess resumes. "I ponder...did my father ever contemplate marriage anew following my mother? Such love...I cannot envisage it being simple to fall in love once more."

"That I do not know, my esteemed princess. His Majesty appears most unlikely to harbor such affections once more; yet, he remains dreadfully unaware and oblivious of all that transpires, thus...one can never be certain." Airi lets forth a lighthearted laugh, soon joined by Nene.

"I find myself at a loss regarding my sentiments...My heart is drawn to Lord Tenma, yet I am beset by ire towards him. I cherish our extraordinary moments together, though the mere thought of him disturbs my slumber, filling my heart with sorrow. One moment, I am convinced he would bestow upon me the moon, and the next, doubt assails me, leading me to believe he cares naught for my existence. Nevertheless, after conversing with you and Miss Asahina, I shall not let my sorrows and love define me; I aspire to embody something far greater, a woman of strength akin to you and Miss Asahina."

"I dare not speak on his behalf, yet I am of the conviction that Lord Tenma harbors affection for you. You must comprehend that he is a rather...emotional being; despite his rugged exterior, he often fears being a burden upon another's spirit. His parents were not the most nurturing, and he has endured great tribulations in his youth, a most tormented adolescence marked by pride and egotism, wherein he depised the counsel of those seeking to assist him, for his parents instilled in him the notion that he must never allow his spirit to weep, but rather to perpetually excel and avoid disappointment. It is, in truth, His Excellency who has...tamed his troubled soul. Since that time, he has become more receptive to counsel, more inclined to learn, to weep and to embrace his feelings, revealing a gentle and compassionate nature in spite of his anguish. Time and again has he graced my abode, resting his head upon my lap, weeping unreservedly since his tender years. His younger sister, being of frail constitution, has ever been the object of his utmost devotion, as he strove to uplift her spirits, to nurture her, and to steadfastly be present by her side."

"I...was unaware of the depths of Lord Tenma's tribulations. He has spoken not of his sorrows, but rather of the joyous reminiscences with his dear sister. He alluded to her delicate health, yet he has refrained from articulating the extent of his trials and tribulations in this regard."

"He likely wished not to burden you, Your Highness."

"I express my gratitude, Your Grace; your assistance has been most valuable."

The princess, upon her return to the palace, finds herself in a state of much improved spirits. Perhaps love, though incurable in its nature, may yet be tamed, and one ought not to yield entirely to its grasp.
After all, the denizens whom Nene encounters as she approaches her cherished library have managed, against all odds, to temper their mutual enmity...though this may seem a most unbelievable endeavor. They continue to engage in conflict, yes, yet there exists a tenderness between them...of a sort.

"You are truly vexing me...why can you not listen to my words for once in your existence?"

"Silence! You are a source of great annoyance to my very being!"

"Wife."

"Foolish husband."

"Pray, observe? Even as I strive to exhibit kindness, you do provoke my ire! Return to our chamber, for you are with child; I shall not permit you to overexert yourself, my precious baby chick!"

"A chick is by nature a youngling...there exists no such creature as a baby chick..."

"Now you are truly testing my patience...Why must you always be in the right? I shall cease using endearments in your regard!"

"But baby chick...I believed you loved me..."

"Affection is the least of my considerations when my eyes rest upon you..."

"Huh, is this how you address your wife? The mother of your child? I demand a divorce!"

"With great pleasure..." General Shinonome proclaims, as he enfolds Lady An in his arms, bestowing tender kisses upon her cheek and shoulder, eliciting a radiant smile from her. "Yet, perchance not in this very moment, but at a juncture more fitting~"

"Very well...We shall ponder separation at a later time."

"In the span of a millennium, does that accord with your sentiments?"

"Indeed, it does appear quite reasonable; the swifter, the better!" She giggles as he caresses her expectant belly. "Do you extend greetings to our future daughter?"

"Mm? Do you presume she shall be a girl?" He chuckles, drawing near to her, his hands gently tracing her visage, igniting her smile anew.

"Unquestionably! The Shinonome lineage shall require a formidable, strong woman as its future beacon!"

"You are correct...on this occasion." He laughs as An casts an exasperated glance, yet he leans down to bestow a sweet kiss upon her lips. "But my dear Lady Shinonome, our daughter must find repose if she is to attain mastery over the family."

"Alas, boredom besets me whilst I linger within our chamber..." She sulks, prompting Akito to take her hand, guiding her in a languid dance within the hallway.

"Let us get rid of a modicum of that vivacious energy that you possess..."

"Akito..." She does let forth a merry laugh whilst joyously engaging in a dance with him, a fleeting sense of surprise overtaking her countenance upon catching sight of the princess. "Your Highness! We were unaware of your presence, I beg your pardon." An chuckles, preparing to perform a graceful bow, yet Nene interjects with a radiant smile.

"Pray, do not bow, my dear, there exists no necessity to strain yourself in your condition. Moreover, do not apologize; truly, you were but enraptured in each other's gaze..."

"I am not composed of delicate glass, dear princess...why do you all exhibit such trepidation? I am not encumbered; I can still move!"

"Caution has its virtues. Regardless, your husband may bow on you behalf to compensate for your lack of curtsy." Quips Nene, eliciting laughter from An.

"Indeed, indeed, husband bow for me as well."

"I thank you, Your Highness...such sweetness in your thoughts for my beloved wife..." He dutifully bows twice, laughter escaping his lips.

"I merely jest, of course. Lady Shir—Shinonome...verily, I shall never acclimate to that appellation..."

"Verily, it is as peculiar for me as it is for you, my princess. What troubles you? Do you require something?"

"Indeed, but a singular inquiry; how do you presume to deceive me? Were we not to be the closest of confidantes, threefold?"

"W-What??? What falsehood have I uttered, Nene? Akito, what did you do?!"

"Huh?! Why do you cast blame upon me, mad woman? I know not the matter upon which the princess muses..."

"I shall demonstrate what madness truly is...Yet, I am at a loss, for I know not when I did offend, yet I beg your pardon, Your Highness..." An declares with concern, whilst Nene bursts into laughter.

"I am not truly vexed...I comprehend. Today has revealed a most curious sight; Miss Asahina bestowing a kiss upon Miss Akiyama."

"Oh...Oh! Well...the secret is laid bare. I apologise, Your Highness, my mothers wished to spare you from the burden of keeping such secret."

"Were you aware of this, Akito?"

"I was, Your Highness...the king is aware, the duchess is informed, my...parents are in the know."

"Extraordinary...I am the last to uncover this! Are there further secrets that you withhold from me?"

"Well..." An commences, prompting a sigh from Nene.

"Reveal it..."

"My father is, in truth, a woman. I, too, am blessed with two mothers. She has endeavored to live as a man since her youth to partake in esteemed, rigorous, musical studies reserved for gentlemen, assisting mother in preserving her title by wedlock with a 'man' favored by her father. Furthermore, this arrangement affords them the liberty to express their affections publicly...But alas, this is all, I assure you! At least all that I am privy to!" Proclaims Akito, leaving Nene in a state of profound contemplation regarding her entire existence.

"And let me surmise...you all were cognizant whilst I remained ignorant."

"Indeed..."

"My own kin! A most grievous betrayal!"

"We beg your pardon, Your Highness..."

"You are so fortunate that I hold affection for all of you..." Sighs Princess Nene, though laughter escapes her lips. "As long as all are content, it matters not in the least henceforth."

"We thank you for your understanding, Your Highness." Replies An, beaming.

"Indeed, indeed...now listen to your husband and retire forthwith."

"But..."

"Lady Shinonome, do not compel me to issue a command..."

"Very well. Only because you asked me to!"

"Pray tell, do my requests bear no weight upon your heart?" Inquires Akito as An resolutely dismisses his visage with a gentle shove.

"Silence henceforth. I am wearied and shall retire to my chambers."

"Cursed lady..."

"What did you utter?" An regards Akito fiercely, casting a sidelong glance.

"Exquisite wife. Sweet baby chick."

"Aha..."

Princess Nene, does giggle at the spectacle of the two enamoured souls engaged in playful quarreling, pondering how their bond, though marked by strife, is indeed quite endearing. They have long been her dearest companions, and the wondrous news of their matrimony and impending offspring fills her with awe.

Today, by some misfortune, she encounters all manner of individuals for that scarcely five minutes after her delightful discourse with General Akito and Lady An, she finds herself colliding with her esteemed father.

"My most beloved, greetings. I have been informed that you ventured forth from the palace, are you returned so soon?"

"Greetings, dear father, indeed I have returned. My visit was solely with Duchess Airi for a brief interlude." She replies with a radiant smile, embracing him warmly.

"How splendid of you! How fares Her Grace?"

"She busied herself tending to working the soil...though she graciously paused for my sake."

"Her Grace does hold you in the highest regard...she would not tarry for my company." King Toya's laughter elicits a gentle chuckle from her. "Is all in order?"

"Indeed, I merely sought to inquire about her romantic entanglements..." Nene's mirth piques Toya's curiosity.

"Oh? Does Her Grace partake in a love affair?"

"Not precisely...she has declared her joy in remaining unwed, despite having once loved, albeit unbeknownst to her, leading to naught but fleeting dreams."

"She has? This is indeed news to me...I often find myself believing that she and Ena conceal many details, or perchance I space out during our conversations..."

"That is indeed a likelihood..." Their laughter resounds, whilst Nene reflects momentarily. "Yet, she appears joyous and fulfilled. A query for you does linger in my thoughts, father."

"Pray tell?"

"Have you ever contemplated the prospect of marrying again?"

"Ah...In the initial throes of sorrow following your esteemed mother’s passing, I found myself far too afflicted to contemplate loving another; the very thought of an existence devoid of her presence was unbearable. Yet as time wended its course, I did ponder upon the notion of remarrying, envisioning a companion to grace my desolate chamber, one with whom I might rise each morning and share the journey of life, though these were but fleeting musings.
However, I must profess, I have never truly known solitude; even in your mother’s absence, I was ever surrounded by the steadfast support of Miss Asahina, Miss Akiyama, Lord Shinonome, Lady Shinonome, and the illustrious Duchess Airi, who filled my days with companionship and warmth, thus I never felt forsaken or unloved."

"Have you ever encountered an individual who inspired within you the desire to propose?"

"A most splendid inquiry, indeed...Yet, I find myself uncertain. Events have undoubtedly transpired, and I have encountered an array of individuals, yet the nature of love is most peculiar, and mankind is intricate; it proves a challenge to dwell upon such contemplations. Should you query Airi, she would perchance proclaim me to merely be somewhat oblivious..."

"You are recognized as a rather oblivious sire..." Princess Nene chuckles heartily and envelops him once more in an embrace. "I express my gratitude, dear father."

Love manifests differently for each soul; some may burn with fervor incessantly, whilst others would sooner perish than embrace such sentiments. Some possess the ability to love with gentle slowness, whilst others exhibit affection in a tempestuous and swift manner. A mere glance may suffice for some to ignite their love, whilst others remain oblivious even after a kiss. Some cherish their affections in silence and secrecy, whilst others find it unbearable not to proclaim their love to the world in grand displays.

Princess Nene resumes her way to her esteemed library, wherein she takes her seat upon a finely upholstered chair to indulge in the exquisite pleasure of literature, endeavouring to dispel the lingering thoughts of Lord Tenma.
Once, she proclaimed with fervent conviction that no sleepless nights shall ever find her imbued with thoughts of him nor shall her heart be shackled by affection for him; yet here she stands, ensnared.
Closing her eyes, she fantisizes about him dancing with her amidst the blooms of the garden, his hands as warm as ever as they pull her closely to him. He whirls her about, his voice resounding loudly, sharing laughter over matters unknown, his hands gently gliding along her back, securing her waist with ardent devotion. In tender caress, his fingers linger upon her face, softly tracing her lips, as if he inquires whether a kiss may grace her; she finds herself enveloped in warmth and exhilarating desire, compelled to allow the count to do whatever he pleases.

She flutters her eyelids open, and her delicate fingers caress her lips, as though she did perceive his tender kisses; she is haunted by her fervent longing for him, yet he is absent. Or perchance...not for long.
What a true paradox, indeed; she professes to possess newfound clarity, an assurance in her spirit, aspiring to transform...as Miss Asahina has urged; she must not allow love to govern her very being and as Duchess Airi said; she ought to harbor no lamentations for what mayhap could have been.

What folly, dear Princess Nene! Truly, an utter folly! You deceive yourself; your thoughts abound with him...be forthright, were he to emerge from the ether, you would forsake all your firm resolutions and cast aside your earlier declarations. You are plagued by uncertainty, do you not find yourself more adrift than ever before?

She does exhale a heavy sigh, allowing her head to meet the table in utter despair. May the world before her be forever cursed, may affection itself be damned!
What exquisite, sweet love Lady Shinonome shares with the alleged Lord Shinonome! What fervent, lingering passion Miss Asahina and Miss Akiyama possess! What zealous, tumultuous, and intoxicating affection General Shinonome along with the now Lady Shinonome have! What genuine, endearing love graced the union of her father and mother! What splendid, fulfilling existence the revered Duchess Airi enjoys as an unwed maiden! What an...extraordinary love for experiments His Excellency does possess! What a splendid and affectionate bond exists betwixt Lord Tenma and his dear sister! What sincere and heartfelt camaraderie has bloomed amongst them all!

In the midst of such diverse affections encircling the esteemed Princess, one ponders, what does she possess? She is inclined to feel rather isolated, longing for the bygone days when her heart knew not the yearnings of love nor the bonds of marriage. Oh! How fervently does she wishes she had indulged in a longer waltz with that noble viscount, merely to elude the attention of Count Tenma...how she regrets having revealed her tender vulnerabilities to him; permitting him to witness her genuine self, her theatrical manner, her resplendent palace, and the cherished fragments of her youth. She laments the time spent in his company, wishing it carried no significance, yearning fervently that her heart did not compel her to seek his presence at every grand ball, nor wait for him by the window with eager anticipation.

Yet, such is his manner; he manifests from the ether, uninvited, utterly captivating her, driving her to the brink of madness, and elicits her affections, only to depart, leaving her in torment as she yearns for his return, succumbing to wrath. Then, when she sees him again, her heart melts in an instant...a love most paradoxical, indeed.

So it is now, as he persists; notwithstanding the esteemed General Akito's counsel against his arrival, he boldly trespasses the palace, begging Akito for but a mere ten minutes in solitude with the Princess, regardless of its indecency. He deftly avoids all others in attendance and hastens to her library, entering without her accord, startling the Princess.

"What brings you here, Lord Tenma?!"

"I have ventured forth to converse with you, Your Highness! I beg you for but ten minutes of your precious time!"

"I have already bestowed upon you ample minutes of my existence! Depart at once! We cannot remain alone in this place!"

"Princess Nene! I have talked about you like a madman to the moon, to the stars, to the lofty heavens, to the trees, to the flowing waters, and to the hallowed walls of my manison! In my pursuits of tranquillity, my ears have been but graced with the haunting echoes of your essence; whispers that compel me to pursue you, enslaving me to your heart and your being. I had to choose what I treasure more; my sanity, the air in my lungs, my desires and my life or...you; verily, the answer is you! In vain have I struggled for you are the sole name upon my lips...
Only the Almighty understands how utterly hypnotizied I am by you...with your eyes like radiant amethyst gems piercing through right into my essence and your dulcet, angelic voice, with those captivating lips that seem touched by sorcery, imbued with witchcraft, uttering phrases that leave me in a daze, speechless and motionless. Oh! And that beautiful, seductive and alluring smile of yours! It brings me to my knees! I yearn to be buried within you for I have dug my own grave; even if I am aware nobody's grieving nor does anyone seek to rescue me. I cannot escape you! Escape from you is but a futile endeavour...you have, indeed, inadvertently enslaved me to you and, as you trick me to drown in your divine spirit, I shall equally yearn to savour the bittersweet agony of being cherished by you..
Within the depths of our very souls, you keep me as a secret, for I deem myself unworthy of your veneration. Yet, I hold you as an unbreakable oath, for my life I pledge unto you! Woman, you have agonisingly plagued my mind since the very instant my eyes first glimpsed at your face! I reflect, in folly, whether I might be in love with you...Love? As though I could ever gaze upon you and perceive that mere love suffices, when my heart is aching with every remembrance of your radiant smile. Oh! How I long for your happiness, yearning to be the very source of your joy. Your eyes are as daggers, piercing my heart, while you do not even glance back upon me...If this be your will, then I shall endure a slow demise, I shall bleed to death. Oh, my princess, you may declare your indifference, professing that love is a foreign tongue to you; nevertheless, I shall endeavor to master every dialect and language your heart has ever uttered in lifetimes past and I shall declare my love until you find in your heart to love me back.
How I yearn for your delicate hand to rest briefly upon my chest, allowing you to hear how desperately your name resounds within me, no matter the insanity your absence brings. For in truth, I am but a fool, endlessly reminded of you in every farflung corner I seek to escape to.
I curse this world and curse my own heart for its ceaseless longing, yet never shall I curse you, despite my desire to do so as you have been tormenting my spirit; such a deed I could never summon the courage to enact!
I shall humbly and shamefully kneel upon your exquisite thorns, for you are my radiant white rose, and I am acutely aware that my ardent love may bleed heavily and taint you in red hues. I lament the thought of dimming your innocence and purity, yet I find myself unable to resist the notion that red befits you exquisitely! Not as magnificently as the verdant thorns you plunge deeper in my entire being, sufficient to guide me towards my death. And your most intoxicating fragrance...what do you expect of me, Your Highness? Shall I feign that it is not your face I behold when my eyes are closed? Shall I endure separation from you instead of surrendering to your embrace?"

Princess Nene is utterly astounded to bear witness to Tsukasa's impassioned, rapid words, emanating from the very depths of his soul concerning her. Her eyes become besieged by tears, a sentiment she loathes...profoundly. How dare he present himself here once more? How dare he utter such declarations? How dare he awaken her heart to love anew, time and time again?

"You!" She exclaims, drawing near to him and striking his chest with fervour. "I loathe you! I cannot fathom your presence here once more! I do not wish to see you, I do not wish to hear you, I do not wish to touch you and I do not wish to love you! My loathing for you runs deep! You...and your foolish visage, your absurd laughter, and your inane utterances! How dare you intrude upon my thoughts at dawn, throughout the day, and even in the still of night? How dare you keep me awake, yearning for you, pining for your company? How dare you invade my heart, compelling me to bear...such dreadful, torturous, agonising sentiment of love? How dare you make me long for you, to fantasize about you and the myriad possibilities of what we could do? It is intolerable! I am naught but a fool, perched by every window, anticipating your arrival, racing to see my letters to ascertain whether any are from you! I wish you would take your leave forthwith! Allow me to be alone! Why do you thrust me into this anguish and torment? My hands extend in hopes that you would clasp them, my body quivers with desire for you, my chest as warm as if a scorching iron rests upon my skin, my stomach aflutter with butterflies, my cheeks aflame as scarlet as the blood from my wounded, tainted heart, shed upon my hands! You have purloined all from me, you have divested me of all vestiges of desire, joy, or ambition; all that remains is you! Wherever I venture, it is you and your cacophonous, loud voice that distorts every aspect of my reality. You deign to proclaim your love for me? Begone! I loathe you, I loathe you, and I...ugh!"

"I loathe you for the torment you inflict upon me as well!" Tsukasa yells, as both of them gaze intently into each other's eyes, the fervor of desire, lust and passion unmistakably etched upon their faces, their noses mere breaths apart, gently caressing, their lips tantalizingly close yet hesitant. "Yet, I yearn and long for you with an intensity unmatched, should you be mine..." He advances with increasing nearness, almost kissing, yet retreating in the final heartbeat, consumed by the ardently burning with desire to unite their lips for but a fleeting moment. He begins, in a soft, sensual tone, whispering against her lips. "Oh, if you were mine, Nene...your ignorance of the lengths I might traverse for you is unfathomable..." Lord Tenma proclaims, causing Princess Nene to swallow hard, her form ignited with an even greater thirst for desire.

They no longer exhibit any hesitation; their lips unite for but a fleeting moment before they engage in the softest of kisses...repeatedly, and then with increasing fervor, until they find themselves enveloped in a most impassioned, ravenous, feral kiss. Her hands clench his shirt with fervent urgency, small gasps of pleasure and breaths of need escaping their lips unbidden. His hands encircle her waist, gripping with all their might as he kisses her without a moment's pause. He lifts her effortlessly and thrusts her against the wall, kissing her as though he wishes never to release her. She clings to him tightly, her hands encircling his head, her fingers agressively weaving through his hair, her legs entwined around his waist. His hands explore her form with unrestrained zeal. She emits a small sound of surprise as her back meets the wall, yet care she has not; all she desires is to continue this kiss with him.

With an ungraceful ardor, he endeavors to draw nearer to her, his gaze predominantly veiled; as though their proximity were insufficient, he yearns for a deeper union. Even as their kiss burgeons in sensuality, his desire remains unquenched. Clumsily, they traverse the library, hitting things out of his way as he slams her against each shelf (as gentle as their insatiable hunger for each other allows him to be) for no reason at all; driven solely by the fervor of their kiss and the palpable tension that envelops them. She clings desperately to the shelves, causing a cascade of books to fall to the floor, embroiling the surroundings in chaos. With equal fervor, she reciprocates his kisses, tenderly tugging at his hair as she gasps for breath amid their passionate exchanges. They utter moans, groans and gasps, caught in a tumult of immense pleasure and breathless anguish, ever aware of their need for air. He stops their passionate kisses momentarily only to vehemently bestow kisses upon her cheeks, chin, and ear, trailing down her neck and collarbone, igniting an internal conflagration within her.

He finds himself using one arm to throw upon the floor all that once resided on her noble desk, subsequently placing her thereupon. He gazes upon her for a fleeting moment, the ardor and desire lingering in the atmosphere. He grabs her by her chin, drawing her nearer, inducing a deeper blush upon her cheeks. His fingers leisurely caress her full lips, beckoning her to part them further.

"Oh, you are most wicked...utterly intoxicating; I long for you to behold the manner in which you are gazing upon me in this very moment." He proceeds with their fervent kiss, his hands upon her legs, tenderly stroking and grasping her thighs.

"Oh my...T-Tsukasa...why do you taste so exceedingly divine? Oh, I loathe you so bad..." She endeavors to articulate amidst her labored breaths and their most scandalous, indecent kiss, far removed from divine judgment.

"Huh...you are one to speak, prithee? Do you not perceive the effect you have wrought upon me? A gentleman of my standing...engaging in such...liberties with you. Most sweet, forbidden fruit you are..."

"Oh...we ought not to..."

"We ought not to...yet I find myself unable to cease this ardent kissing..."

"Do not even think of halting..."

She finds herself entirely pressed with her back against the desk, with Tsukasa atop her, their forms entwined in a fervent embrace, their hands exploring each other's bodies, lips locked in a passionate kiss until they can endure no more. Both panting heavily, their foreheads and noses meet intimately, warm breaths cascading upon each other's faces. Their lips, now tender, sore and crimson from the fervor of their kisses, bear the lingering taste of Tsukasa upon Nene's lips and vice versa.

"You are poison in my veins...Do you not comprehend that I would pursue you to the very ends of the earth? I desire you. I require you. I crave you. I long for you. I...love you." Tsukasa whispers, as tears cascade down Nene's cheeks.

'Took you long enough...you absolute knave!" She exclaims crying, not out of sorrow, but from the overwhelming tides of their emotions.

"Weep not, my radiant princess." With utmost tenderness, he dries her tears, whilst his own tears flow freely.

"You first..." Her delicate hand caresses his visage, as they gaze into each other's eyes with profound affection, even as tears cascade upon their countenances. "I love you, Tsukasa. From the very instant we danced at that ball, you have occupied my thoughts and my heart...you are the sole one for me. I struggle to comprehend your enchantment, for you have made me fall for you with such depth that three lifetimes could not suffice for my ascendance." Her fingers tenderly brush the tears from his face. "When you are near, my thoughts evade me; yet in your absence, I find no clarity. All you make me feel is a complete paradox. I still loathe you and you do vex me...but to possess this forever, I would endure anything."

"Though I may not possess the worthiness of being with you or to be deserving of the exalted title of being your king, nor merit the grace of your kiss, I shall most audaciously and selfishly declare you as mine. Nene...will you marry me? I have procured for you an engagement ring, albeit it resides in my—" He is abruptly silenced by Nene fervently pressing her lips to his.

"Tsukasa...in all honesty, I am untroubled by rings or trivialities; yes, I shall marry you!"

"My heart is filled with joy...yet, what shall the world proclaim of our union? I seek not to burden you, yet many shall oppose my claim to kingship."

"Fret not about people for it is not the people that you shall lay in bed with, it is not the people that shall stand by your side, nor those who shall offer their ears to your troubles, nurture your spirit, shield you, and love you; it is I. Your concerns ought to dwell solely upon us. Worry not over the title; I am the heir to the throne, destined to rule, to determine our fate. I shall be prepared, and I shall tolerate no one who would dare to sully the dignity of my beloved husband."

"You sound...utterly exquisite; this realm shall be governed by a queen of remarkable strength, wisdom, and beauty. I count myself the most fortunate man among the living that we are betrothed."

"Are you certain that you wish to be with me? Swear you are not one to withdraw?"

"Never in all my days have I held greater certainty! I find myself breathless in your absence; I require you—your very essence, for eternity. I shall not falter, I shall not flee; I will stand ever by your side and willingly be your devoted servant, whom you may command freely and toss around as you please!"

"You did toss me around earlier..."

"Oh...My! By the heavens!" His visage flushes with mortification. "I humbly beg your pardon, Your Highness...did I cause you any discomfort? I was...my thoughts were not present in that moment."

"I am in fine health, fret not." She chuckles, her delicate hands soothingly traversing his dampened hair. "I shall belong to you; you must honour your vows, Tsukasa."

Oh! His name flows from her lips with a dulcet grace, and for the first time, he perceives her voice enunciating his name in such an affectionate manner, prompting him to bestow upon her a tender kiss, which she graciously reciprocates.

"I thank you...none has ever uttered my name in such a manner before..."

"Oh...that came as quite a surprise. You are aware that I uttered your name whilst we engaged in our kiss, are you not?"

"In all honesty, I recall little..."

"Moreover, you called me Nene, merely Nene."

"How most indecent of me! I beg your pardon, Your Highness!"

"Pff, cease this foolishness. I found it delightful, and should we enter into matrimony, you may address me as you desire. Furthermore...do you not reckon that kiss was of greater indecency than you uttering my name?" She smirks in amusement as he yields to his embarrassment.

"I perceive the exhilarating rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins...I have conducted myself in a manner unseemly, yet I could not endure the distance from your lips." He rummages through his pockets and bequeaths upon the princess a exquisite ring; fashioned of pure silver adorned with verdant emeralds. "Allow me to propose to you in a most proper manner, my princess."

"As you wish, my lord."

They descend from the desk, and Lord Tenma kneels before her, taking her delicate hand in his, gazing up at her with a tender smile as he proclaims his words with theatrical fervor.

"Oh! Your Royal Highness, my most cherished Princess Nene, I, Lord Tsukasa Tenma, ask for your fair hand in marriage! For my existence cannot endure without you, my thoughts besieged by your essence, my heart brimming with ardour and yearning. I may be but a humble fool, yet I earnestly implore you to become my lawful wife! I would drive a sword through my own chest were your answer to be in the negative! Ah! What say you, prettiest lady to ever grace my eyes?"

The Princess, finding his impassioned proposal quite amusing, opts to respond with equal theatrical flamboyance.

"Oh! My dearest Lord Tsukasa Tenma, I am utterly taken aback! I would never have surmised that you would request my hand in marriage. My humble reply to your inquiry is...no!" She declares, stifling laughter whilst Tsukasa pouts.

"Ah! What a heart of cruelty you possess, my princess, then I shall take my leave of this world!"

"You shall!" She laughs once more, taking a firmer grasp of his hand. "Indeed, I do accept! I will marry you!"

"What a most esteemed honour, I thank you, my princess." He articulates with a smile, tenderly kissing her hand ere he places the ring upon her finger. "My love for you is boundless."

"My love for you also." She replies, her gaze alight with joy as she beholds the ring. "I can barely believe this is reality...I am to be wed."

"Lord Tenma, it has been more than a mere ten minutes! You must not remain alone with the princess any—" General Akito commences, yet is taken aback to find them clasping hands, his eyes drawn to Nene's fingers adorned with the exquisite ring. Ah, it appears that karma does return; you have mortified the princess with you betrothal, and now she reciprocated, esteemed general. "Oh...I fear I may faint..."

"My most cherished General, I beg your pardon for my extended absence! My fiancée possesses such beauty that I became lost in her gaze!" Lord Tenma proclaims, causing the princess to emit a soft chuckle.

"Akito! I have become engaged!" She exclaims joyously, eliciting a gentle smile from the general.

"Your Highness, I extend my heartfelt congratulations; should Lord Tenma bring you joy, my exuberance knows no bounds, I am ecstatic. And to you, noble Lord Tenma, I urge you to exhibit the utmost chivalry towards the princess."

"Rest assured, I shall cherish my betrothed!"

"Come after me, Tsukasa, for I must convey this delightful news to An."

"I am most enamored by your consideration for Lady Shira—Shinonome, prior to His Majesty..." Tsukasa chuckles, yet dutifully accompanies Nene from the library, their hands interlaced as they race down the corridor, the general observing them with a benevolent sigh. He is rendered utterly astounded by their betrothal, such that he remains oblivious to the disarray of Nene's esteemed library.

"Naturally, my best friend takes precedence." Upon entering Lady An's chamber, she greets her with a gentle smile.

"Your Highness? Is all well?" Lady An regards the radiant countenances of the princess and the count, her expression one of gentle bewilderment.

"We have come to proclaim our engagement to you."

"Oh, dear God...truly?! You and the Count? I had presumed you abhorred him following a certain occurrence..."

"Indeed, I do loathe him. I genuinely hold no affection for him."

"Pray tell? I find myself quite perplexed..."

"Why do you feign confusion, dear Lady Shinonome? Your new appellation reveals all!" Quoth the Count, laughing, whilst An approaches to embrace both.

"Hush, Lord Tenma..." She chuckles. "Accept my sincerest felicitations; may your union proceed with utmost grace."

"I thank you, An," Nene beams with joy.

"But one inquiry remains; did you seek the blessing of Miss Asahina, Lord Tenma?" Lady An smirks playfully.

"Alas! I discerned I had neglected an important matter! I fear I am a doomed man..."

"I am quite amused by how you both are more preoccupied with and scared of Miss Asahina rather than my father..."

"His Majesty shall be exceedingly pleased; there is no cause for concern regarding him." An proclaims, whilst Lord Tenma wears an expression of profound trepidation.

Fret not, Lord Tenma, for surely Miss Asahina harbours no intent to harm you...at least not that harshly!
It is with profound honour that I declare the imminent celebration of a royal wedding! Heartfelt congratulations to the splendid couple!