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Aug 24, 2005 06:51

Sleep came the second that Yuufa's head hit the pillow that evening. The young princess was not used to such physical activity, and, coupled with long hours in the hot, demanding sun, the ordeal had put quite a strain on her young body. She was out cold, despite Yutaro-san's constant nagging that she should rehearse the speech she planned to give Sesshoumaru-sama when their negotiations picked up.

When the sun rose, Yuufa could feel in streaming in through the window and literally pressing against her face. With a soft mumble, she rolled over in bed, pulling the furs scattered about her over her head in a futile attempt to block the cruel rays. The harping voice in her ear didn't help matters either however, and Yuufa wondered if, should she wish hard enough, Yutaro-san would just disappear for another hour or so.

"Up with you, your highness! You have much to do this morning, and I would like for you to recite your speech to me as though I were Sesshoumaru-sama. You must be prepared, you see. Yuufa-hime, are you listening to me? Your mother sent me with you to be sure that you wouldn't botch this vital event, and I shall be damned if I allow you to do so by sleeping until mid-afternoon..."

Yuufa almost growled, though she didn't quite have it in her system to do so. As right as Yutaro-san was, she was exhausted and was certain that the lord understood this. He had TOLD her to rest, after all. He was probably exhausted too, for all she knew, though any thoughts of Sesshoumaru showing such weakness as weariness were quickly snuffed out.

The youkai lord was such an odd case. He wasn't like any noble or youkai she'd met in her mother's court. Surely, all of the others were rude to her and took great advantage of her naivety and timidness. But Sesshoumaru-sama... well, Yuufa couldn't be at all certain what he thought of her. Did he treat her decently because he thought all nobles should be treated as such, or did he simply hold her in such contempt that she was not even worth his outward scorn? It was impossible to tell with the perpetual mask he wore, and, to some degree, that frightened the princess more than any contempt or hatred ever could.

...And, as she lay there lost in her thoughts, Yutaro-san was STILL going on. It was irritating; upon this morning, Yuufa could not stand to bear the constant barrage and, thus, felt herself about to do something extremely out of character for her. She rolled over and glared at her advisor for a moment.

"Yutaro-san, your princess is attempting to rest after a hard journey. Leave me alone, or I shall be no good at all when these talks begin and humiliate you and Mother moreso than my stuttering or simple stumbles ever could!"

Stunned silence ensued, and Yuufa took that opportunity to roll over, pulling the furs again over her face in defiance of both sun and advisor.
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