oh-hxfiz:
“I’m tired.” Hafiz didn’t have the energy to veil the fatigue that had been burrowed into her skin. Wasn’t his misfortune something she’d wished on so many stars for? Yet, Hafiz felt bad and down right sick to her stomach. “…but I’m fine. There went my chances to being Sultanah of Turkey but we both know Daddy would have never let that happen anyway.” Leaning over, she squeezed Tamiko’s hand. “How about you? Have you and Fumiko adjusted to move. Has she been alright?”
“You never know, he could still—” Her hand slid across her neck. “Your brother can’t really do anything now, right? Now would be your chance to step up and prove who the better child is, if the throne is really something you want. . . ?” Tamiko knew Fiz was capable of anything she set her mind to, the woman was a force to be reckoned with. “I must say, living across the street from him wasn’t in our Regina bingo card, but we’re managing. We don’t talk about what happened anymore, I think she’s deflecting.” The seriousness of her tone dissipated with a scoff as she switched to another family member. “Daisuke has an entire house to himself, ridiculous! We made the executive decision to spruce it up for him, why he needs the entire house to himself is beyond me, but maybe now makiko will join us.”











