A flower that blooms
Yuki found herself once again in the garden. It was a wonderful place to help clear her head. Her father’s letter was clutched in her hand.
Like she needed more pressure put on her. She looked again at the Japanese characters sprawled on the paper that had been sealed in wax by the emperor, her father.
My beloved Yuki,
I have yet to hear from you about any progress in mending the ties of our allies. It is crucial that you put your lessons to use. Our government is in a precarious position right now despite our current peace. Should another major rebellion break out I do not know if we could win without the help of another force. If you do not send good news soon you may not have a thrown to come back to. I must have another playing piece on our board to show our strength to any would-be rebels.
Sincerely Yours,
Takeshi Michiko
“Sincerely Yours, Takeshi Michiko... not dad... just the emperor.” She muttered with an undertone of spite.
She all but collapsed onto the bench cursing the rough seas that had prevented her from attending the ball. It would have been a perfect time to meet others. But on her own she didn’t know who was who nor did she have the luck of being able to connect with her contact long enough to have been introduced or informed of anyone. She had yet to write home because she’d made no progress. She was starting to realize the tremendous pressure her brother had been under.
She was so lost in her own head she didn’t realize she was not alone in the garden.