The meeting was over. It ended quite late though due to some heated arguments among the committee members in the middle of discussion. They missed lunch and it is time for dinner. Saeki let out a deep sigh; exhausted and too tired to eat he decided to skip today and sleep it off. Victor insisted he should eat but Saeki politely refused and suggested that the castle staff should eat dinner that the kitchen staff worked hard on, in the end Victor lets him be. ”Oh there a letter came a while ago from Prince Fuji Kurowasa.” Victor pulled the letter from his chest pocket and handed it to Saeki, who seemed to have lost his tiredness at the mention of the brunette prince’s name. ”And there was a package along with it. I have placed it in you room.” Victor dismissed himself in order to leave Saeki in his personal time. Quickly yet carefully Saeki opened the letter and read it slowly but surely. Obviously happy to hear back from Fuji especially at the contents of the letter, he kept reading it over and over until he reached his room. A package from Fuji, he wondered what it could be. In his room, on his bed there was a medium sized package wrapped in a brown paper. He tore opened the wrapper revealing a breathtaking painted profile of him. Staring at it thinking of what could Fuji’s expression be while painting his portrait. The thought of it made him blush, surely he enjoyed it. ”I must find a gift corresponding Prince Fuji.” He yawned, ”I’ll do tom..orrow…zzz” Saeki dosed off with the letter and painting beside him.
Fuji felt the need to visit his mother, he hadn’t seen her in a while since she lived in the back residency of the castle. He would have lived there as well if Rin would have stayed to become prince, his father would have discarded Fuji in a heart beat. But now that it was pretty much set in stone that Fuji will become the king, his father required that he stayed in the main castle. Fuji walked down the long hallways and stairs, making his way to his mother’s residency while humming to himself. His father hates his mother, or at least he grew to hate her. Fuji never found out much about their past but it seems that his father loved his mother for sometime and then he met Rin’s mother. Fuji never felt any remorse or bitterness towards the woman who took his fathers love away from his own mother, after all it was nearly impossible to dislike Rin’s mother. But it made him sad that his mother was ostracized and he couln’t help but think she didn’t deserve his father’s horrible treatment. At least he didnt kick her out, that would have been horrible. But Fuji believed that his father wasn’t evil enough to do such a horrible thing.
Fuji went through the small gate and past the garden and bird fountain. He knocked on the wooden, flower engraved door, “Mother.” Soon a women with long, back length honey brown hair twisted into a side ponytail and dawning a coral dress that caught the light of the sun, came out. “Shusuke! I thought you had forgotten about me already!”
Saeki set out in search of a gift, skipping out of his busy schedule. He wasted no time and searched everywhere, in every shop their locals has to offer. A silver necklace with a polished red gem pendant- tooflashy, a white horse- very hard to get this days, a ring- it would definitely suite his elegant fingers… Wait, he might dislike it, think of it as a proposal and might be disgusted to receive such a gift, on top of it from a man.Over thinking about it made him depressed. Not a single item seems to fit Fuji’s image. Saeki stops by the beach; walking along the bayside he found an empty conch seashell buried half in the sand. It has earth colors and a faded peach back, the light shades of brown formed flower shaped designs around its pointed edge. Flowers! Flowers came to mind last, red roses to be specific. He hurried home to write his letter before he gets his bouquet of roses later for delivery.
Dear Prince Fuji,
I am very glad to hear back from you. I hope that Prince Rin will be back soon. For the mean time I would like to accompany you by letter. Please do not think of it as trouble for me, it is my own decision. And thank you very much for the gift. It is breath taking; truly you have talent and have an eye for details. Someday, I wish to watch you paint personally. As for free time, are you perhaps free at the end of the month? A Jam Festival is held by a neighboring town. I like for us to meet if you are free on that day. Also I hope this gift will bring a smile on your face. Relax you as well.
-Saeki
With a contented look on he placed his reply in an envelope; went to get roses from their back yard, wrapped them in a beige colored paper tied up with yellow yarn by the stems, the seashell boxed and wrapped as well then sent to be delivered right away.