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live to serve // forehead kiss
In all her years of serving the prince, she had learned to care for him as though he were a younger brother ( perhaps it was due to his unchanging small stature ). Initially, she had disliked being in his presence for he reminded her of how she had been taken from her home simply to quell a rebellion. Though, it was his quiet nature that had been in contrast to his siblings that allowed her fondness to grow. He was peaceful to be around, even despite the negative emotions that brew in her heart.
It was no secret Flora was protective of Tatsuya, and as if to fill the void left by Camilla when absent, she had been affectionate with him, though in a more subdued way. Often in their teen years, she ruffled his hair when he permitted her to and sit side by side when reading novels together. Naturally, the acts had dwindled as they entered adulthood, Flora feeling as though such familiarity would been seen as odd by not only his siblings but by those unfamiliar to the fortress.
There were times, however, just like this.
A tranquil night where Flora would find him looking much more childlike than he truly was as he slept. Her sisterly nature urged her closer to his bedside, just as she often did to Felicia when they were younger to see how the younger was fairing in case restless nights of longing for their home overtook her in her dreams. The difference in ages between herself and Tatsuya was small, yet she never grew out of her habit of treating him as though he were several years younger. In the darkness of the night, unseen by those who would scold her for being in such close proximity of her lord, Flora’s fingers brushed his fringe away from his forehead, her body leaning down to press a gentle kiss upon the exposed skin in a unspoken desire for a peaceful dream to take root in his mind and grant him a good night’s rest.
In her youth ( and even in adulthood ), Flora hated her position as a maid to a Nohrian royal. She and Felicia were forced into the role, and while it was peaceful at the fortress, she longed to return home and be with her people. However, after growing close to Kamui and the others that worked for the royal, her emotions regarding her position became more positive.
Her pride for serving under Kamui didn’t really surface until she witnessed how much they had grown. Seeing the naive royal she grew up with able to command an army, become more mature, yet still hold parts of the innocence she knew made her feel glad she was able to work for them. While she presents herself in a formal fashion, Flora attempts to show the gentleness that Kamui has because she, along with many others, represent them.
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❝ ... Such a behavior appears unfitting for a retainer to the first prince. Your compliments are kind, and I thank you, however... I believe if you are to represent Prince Marx, a more... Calm demeanor would be more effective. ❞
❄ caeldum.
“No, no, it’s alright, I can’t really eat anything that will affect my diet.” Any mistake and she would have to train twice to burn off unnecessary calories.
❝ Oh, I see. Forgive me for prying but, certainly a small snack of biscuits and tea won’t cause much change? While it’s important to keep in shape, it’s important to stay well fed as well. ❞ She was the maid of a rather active royal though, some diets did differ from others. She couldn’t help but push her offer, however.
❄ draichor.
It was natural for her to care about her retainers. How could she not? They were the people who kept her COMPANY in her time of isolation— the first friends she made. They were never mere SERVANTS to her, they were much more than that. So, it was INNATE for her to look for Flora.
A small smile on her lips, she reassures the maid with WARMHEARTED words.
❝No, don’t worry, Flora. I just wanted to see how you were doing.❞
Curse her jealousy! Her lady was a kindhearted woman, and yet she allowed her envy nearly blind her. Goodness, how could she be so unprofessional? One musn’t allow their emotions get in the way with their duties. Flora was well aware, however her feelings ( those of resent for the royal had something she had craved for years ) had easily caused her to tense in the presence of her warm liege.
❝ I see... ❞ Her gaze falls upon the ground beneath their feet before she shakes her head, a more calm smile spread across her visage. “You needn’t worry about me, milady. I’m okay. Perhaps I should be seeing how you’re doing... You’re leading an army, after all. Are you fairing well?”
❄ drachus.
“ Ah— you guys are really persistent about this. ” He sighs, and looks at the glass, just inches away. For a moment, he considers drinking it and getting this over with. However, he’s unfortunately stubborn, and just leans away from it, “ —But, I don’t see why you guys are. It’s just a glass of milk. ”
❝ Milk is very important to those still growing. ❞ In truth, perhaps his servants were simply trying to make up for those times in their youth they allowed him to bypass the glass. They held a belief he was still able to grow... What a guilty conscience. “Please, refrain from being so stubborn, milord. The more you are willing to cooperate, the less we will bother you.”
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❄ ; shadowedties.
“Don’t worry, Felicia did just fine.” Kamui returns with a chuckle, “I actually got a little closer to her. Things went a bit more smoothly when Joker came, though.”
“Although, I’m so happy that you’re here too. Oh yeah! I learned how to make tea! Would you like some?”
❝ I see... Well, I’m pleased to know you’ve managed without me here. It takes many loads of my previous stress away. ❞ A gentle laugh escapes her own lips, and while her words were rude in regards of her sister, there was a twinkle of pride in her gaze as well. “I would be honored to try your tea, Lord Kamui!” A pause interrupts her speech, her brows furrowing despite her apparent eagerness.
“You... Um, will you not need my assistance, milord?” Ah yes, even without trying it, she was well aware his abilities in the kitchen were... Questionable.
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❄ ; drachus.
“ Can’t you overlook it one more time? ” He gives a sweet smile in the hopes of swaying her. He thinks he’s in good enough health as it is, and with hardly anyone around to compare his own height to, he’s not overly concerned with it.
❝ Forgive me, Lord Tatsuya this time I simply cannot. ❞ Her head shakes, posture straightening in an attempt to convince him of her decision. “Felica and Joker will attempt to have you drink a glass as well so, please, drink it now to avoid doing so later in the evening.”
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14. last kiss.
When they were little, Flora was immortal. Flora was the one who they saw as some solid, reliable sheet wall of ice, and while all those who were kind to them had the same pedestal effect, perhaps they projected the worst upon Flora. She was strong, she was tough, she was, she was.
Is, though, ‘is’ told a different story. ‘Is’ told of an axe too close to unguarded flank, swiftly blocked by a body too cold and too thin, and hair too blue passes their peripheral. Breath leaves their lungs, and they don’t think, they simply take a blade, lunge forward. No regard is given to who it could’ve been, what family they had, the two children they had a home who were desperate for the money that being a soldier brought, all Kotaru could see was a life for a life, a cut too deep for one just as wide.
Corpses crumple on the ground, and what was once a roaring in their ears dulled to a whisper of wind. The quiet is worse; abandoning the blade, Kotaru is too quick to turn now, practically falling over themselves to hold Flora’s hand. Simplicities hit them first: Flora is cold, the ground around her is wet, there is a gash on her stomach, and the wet is blood. But Flora still is.
❝ N-no, no, no. ❞
Shivery voice does little to help, and their hands twine around Flora’s like it was the only way to keep her alive. Disbelief has them shaking, and they cannot stand the placidness in Flora’s eyes. Come back, they want to say, come back to the real world and stay with me, i need you.
But Flora is pallid, pallor of the arctic, the sheet-paleness of death, so unnatural and so horrifying. As if it could fix anything, as if it was an apology written in blood red lips, Kotaru kisses her hand, still so tightly gripped in their own. Someone was going to die, this was war, after all. But, a selfish child, spoilt sweet, cannot help but think, why not someone else.
❄ ; memoryfaire.
The princess’s cheeks became flushed at her maid’s comment. Natural… She was right, something about this moment felt so natural. Maybe it was meant to be like this, just the two of them at peace. Kamui could feel her face getting redder by the second as she let her mind wander. She shouldn’t think such things. Flora was just her maid, surely she was just being kind to her. Still, hearing her say such things made Kamui so happy.
“ I get what you mean… I feel so calm when you’re around, Flora. I'm… I’m glad to have you around. ”
Fingers begin performing their task once again, digits following the trail of the brushstrokes in case the bristles miss any knots in the royal’s sea of silver. She recalls the days throughout her years of servitude spent simply like this, in each other’s presence chatting about idle topics ranging from the last book they read to something amusing they found in that dull fortress. On occasion, the remaining trio serving under the princess would join in on the chatter and while she feels closer to her lady now that her secrets have been revealed, those sleepy days of peace were certainly ones she wished she could return to.
However, had they gone back, neither she nor Kamui would have grown as they did. As bittersweet as it is, she bids a farewell to those days long gone, the smile that adorns her lips bearing more meaning than gratitude for Kamui’s appreciation. To think the naive princess she served had grown into a commander capable of winning many a solders’ trust! Ah, the admiration for the woman only grows.
❝ It pleases me to hear you say that, milady. I’m happy to be in your presence once again― To see you have grown so much is certainly something I’m glad I’ve lived to see. ❞ She laughs gently, her tone somewhat teasing. “To think our adventurous princess who left dirty footprints throughout the halls grew into such a wonderful woman... As your maid, it brings me joy me and as your friend it makes me proud.”