Chapitre 6: 06
As they stood there, still wrapped in the quiet comfort of each other's presence, they both turned to gaze out of the balcony window. The horizon stretched before them, bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, as if the world itself were pausing to breathe.
The weight of the moment lingered between them. Kazuki had always been there for her, offering silent support even when no one else could see the cracks she tried to hide.
Hana realized just how much he meant to her, and in that fleeting moment, she felt a mix of gratitude and something more she hadn't quite understood yet.
Without a word, she suddenly leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. The gesture was quick, almost as if she were trying to keep it from lingering too long, but it carried more meaning than words could express.
"That's a thank you gift," she said with a shy smile, her voice barely above a whisper. "And please don't tell anyone."
Kazuki's heart skipped a beat, a surprise flush creeping up his neck. He was speechless for a moment, the warmth of her kiss still lingering on his skin.
His mind raced, unsure of how to respond, but his gaze softened as he looked at her.
"I won't say a word," he replied quietly, his voice steady despite the emotions swirling inside him. "It's just between us."
For a long moment, they stood there, side by side, a sense of understanding passing between them. The silence felt comfortable, almost peaceful, as if their bond had deepened in ways neither of them could quite articulate.
Kazuki wasn't sure what this moment meant, but for the first time in a while, it didn't matter. Whatever happened next, they would face it together.
"You know, if I wasn't a princess, I would've fallen for you," Hana said, her smile playful yet tinged with sadness. She looked up at Kazuki, her gaze soft, as if she were trying to imagine a different life—one where titles and responsibilities didn't stand between them.
Kazuki's breath hitched for a moment, the weight of her words settling heavily in his chest. His eyes met hers, his heart beating a little faster. It was a thought he had entertained many times before, but hearing her say it out loud... it stirred something deep inside him.
"If you weren't a princess," Kazuki murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, "maybe things would have been different. Maybe I would have had the chance to be more than just your guard."
Hana's smile faltered for a split second, and she stepped closer to him, her hand resting gently on his arm. "I know what I feel, Kazuki. But my duties... my family... they will always come first. It's not something I can change."
Kazuki closed his eyes for a moment, allowing the weight of her words to sink in. He knew the limitations of their world—the walls that separated them, the boundaries that no amount of wishing could erase. But even in the face of all that, he couldn't help but feel that there was something between them, something real, even if it was fleeting.
"I understand," he said quietly, his voice tinged with a quiet sorrow. "But it doesn't change how I feel, Hana."
Her eyes softened, and she reached up, gently touching his cheek with a tenderness that made his heart ache. "I wish I could give you more," she whispered, her voice filled with the weight of unspoken things. "But right now, this... this is all I can offer."
Kazuki's heart swelled at her words, and for a moment, he didn't know what to say. Instead, he just nodded, the quiet understanding between them saying everything that words could not.
"You don't have to give me anything more," he replied, his voice steady now. "Just knowing that you care... that's enough for me."
She smiled softly, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I'll always care about you, Kazuki. Even if I can't be with you the way I want, I'll always remember you."
As they stood there, the weight of their emotions pressing between them, the silence spoke louder than any words ever could.
Kazuki gently wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her close. His head rested on her shoulder, the warmth of her body grounding him as he breathed in the soft scent of her hair. The quiet of the moment settled between them, an unspoken understanding lingering in the air.
Hana leaned back slightly into his embrace, her hands resting over his. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to feel the comfort of his presence, even though she knew that their worlds were far apart.
For a brief moment, it felt like everything was right—like nothing else mattered. The weight of the kingdom, the duties, the expectations—they all seemed distant, fading into the background as she allowed herself to be in this fleeting moment of peace.
"I'll never forget this," Hana whispered, her voice soft and shaky. "I don't know what the future holds, but I'll never forget how you've always been here for me."
Kazuki's grip tightened around her slightly, as if trying to hold onto the moment, to the feeling of being close to her. "I'll always be here, Hana. No matter what happens."
They stayed like that for a while, simply holding onto each other, the world outside of the balcony fading away as they found solace in each other's presence.
Meanwhile, in the royal bedroom of Emperor Daiki and Queen Emiko, the two sat together, their faces solemn as they discussed the delicate matter at hand. The room, usually a space of comfort and serenity, now felt heavy with the weight of their conversation.
"I still don't understand why you're even considering this invitation from Arashihara," Queen Emiko said, her voice tinged with concern. "We've kept our distance for so long, and now you want to entertain their offer? After everything that's happened with the princes?"
Daiki let out a deep sigh, his hands clasped together in front of him as he stared out the window. "We don't have much of a choice, Emiko. The situation is getting more complicated by the day. Arashihara has shown an unexpected level of interest in our kingdom, and we need to tread carefully. I don't want to start any conflicts with them, especially when it comes to the matter of Princess Hana."
Queen Emiko's gaze softened for a moment, her thoughts clearly racing. "I understand the politics, Daiki. But you also know how much danger this puts Hana in. Her heart is already too attached to someone she shouldn't even be near. If we allow this, it could break her—and us."
Daiki's expression hardened. "I'm fully aware, but we can't let fear guide our actions. The invitation is a gesture of goodwill, at least on the surface. And as much as I hate to admit it, it might be the only way to secure our kingdom's safety."
Emiko leaned back against the bed, her fingers lightly tracing the fabric of the blanket. "And what about the princes? Have you thought about how this will affect them? Especially Satoru—he has no patience for these games."
Daiki's jaw tightened. "I've already sent word to the princes. They are to remain vigilant. We can't afford to make any mistakes. But if we don't accept the invitation, we risk making enemies of Arashihara, and that could spell disaster."
The two sat in silence for a while, the weight of their roles as rulers pressing down on them. They both knew the consequences of the decisions they were about to make, but for the sake of their kingdom, they had to choose the path that would secure its future—even if it meant making difficult personal sacrifices.
Queen Emiko broke the silence, her voice softer now but still edged with concern. "And what of Hana? She's not a child anymore, Daiki. She's grown into a strong and willful woman, and we both know she won't stay confined to this palace forever. Especially not with her curiosity about Arashihara."
Daiki turned his gaze from the window and faced his wife, his expression weary. "I know. I've tried to protect her from the dangers of the world, but I fear I've only made her more determined to seek them out. She doesn't understand the full extent of the risks, Emiko. She sees adventure, not the politics and betrayals that lie beneath."
"She's clever, Daiki," Emiko replied, her tone firm but gentle. "But she's also young and driven by her heart. If she discovers we're discussing this invitation without her, it will only push her further into rebellion. Perhaps it's time we involve her, let her understand what's truly at stake."
Daiki frowned, rubbing his temples as he considered his wife's words. "You're suggesting we bring her into a matter as delicate as this? Emiko, she's impulsive. If she says the wrong thing or acts out of turn, it could ruin everything."
"She deserves the truth," Emiko insisted, standing and placing a hand on her husband's shoulder. "You can't keep shielding her forever. If you want her to be a true leader someday, she needs to understand the gravity of her position—and the dangers that come with it."
Daiki hesitated but finally nodded, his shoulders slumping. "You're right. She's strong-willed, and keeping her in the dark will only drive her further away. We'll speak to her, but we must tread carefully."
Emiko smiled faintly, though worry lingered in her eyes. "She's stronger than you think, Daiki. You might be surprised at how much she can handle."
Daiki let out a heavy breath and stood, straightening his posture. "Very well. Tomorrow morning, we'll discuss the invitation with her. But she must understand—this is not a game. If she wants to be involved, she'll need to abide by the rules."
As the two prepared to rest for the night, both couldn't shake the feeling that the path ahead was fraught with challenges. Between Arashihara's growing influence and Hana's defiance, the future of Kagayaku hung in a delicate balance.
The next morning, Princess Hana sat in the royal dining hall, her mind swirling with thoughts from the previous night. The conversation with Kazuki, the forbidden kiss, and her lingering feelings of rebellion gnawed at her. She picked at her breakfast absentmindedly, unaware that her parents were about to address the very things occupying her mind.
The doors opened with a soft creak, and Emperor Daiki and Queen Emiko entered, their expressions composed but serious. Hana immediately straightened in her chair, sensing the weight of their presence.
"Hana," Daiki began, his tone firm but not unkind. "We need to speak with you about something important."
Hana set her fork down, her curiosity piqued and a hint of apprehension creeping in. "Yes, Father?"
Emiko stepped forward, her voice more soothing as she added, "It's about Arashihara. We know you're aware of the invitation sent by Emperor Daiken."
Hana's heart skipped a beat, her mind racing. *Did they find out I was there? Did Kazuki tell them?* She forced herself to remain calm, her face betraying none of her inner turmoil. "Yes, Mother. What about it?"
Daiki's sharp eyes narrowed slightly, but his voice remained steady. "We've decided it's time to tell you the truth about why relations between Kagayaku and Arashihara have been so strained. It's not merely a matter of pride or politics—it's much deeper than that."
Hana leaned forward, her interest piqued despite herself. "Then tell me. What is it?"
Emiko exchanged a glance with her husband before speaking. "Years ago, there was an alliance between our kingdoms, one forged in trust. But that alliance was broken when betrayal struck from within. Arashihara accused Kagayaku of espionage and treachery—claims that were unfounded but nonetheless tarnished our reputation. It created a rift that has only grown wider over time."
Daiki continued, his tone heavy. "The Sakura Blooming Festival was meant to be a symbol of peace and cooperation, but it became a tool for political posturing and mistrust. That's why I've kept you away from Arashihara all these years. I didn't want you to become entangled in their schemes or bear the brunt of their hostility."
Hana frowned, the pieces slowly falling into place. "But if that's the case, why did Emperor Daiken send the invitation? Why now?"
"That," Daiki said gravely, "is what we're trying to determine. His intentions could be genuine, but they could also be a trap. You must understand, Hana—your safety and the future of Kagayaku are at stake."
Hana's thoughts raced as she processed their words. Her secret visit to Arashihara suddenly felt even more dangerous, but it also reinforced her belief that understanding the other kingdom was vital.
"I understand, Father, Mother," she said carefully. "But don't you think it's time we tried to rebuild that trust? Hiding and avoiding them will only deepen the divide."
Daiki's gaze softened slightly, but his tone remained firm. "It's not as simple as you think, Hana. Diplomacy requires more than good intentions—it requires caution and strategy."
Emiko placed a gentle hand on Hana's shoulder. "Your father is right, my dear. But perhaps, if you're willing to follow our guidance, there may be a way for you to play a part in this."
Hana's eyes lit up with determination. "Tell me what I need to do."
Daiki sighed, seeing the fire in her gaze. "We'll start by preparing you to understand the complexities of diplomacy. And if you are ever to engage with Arashihara again, it will be under our terms—with no secrets."
Hana nodded, a mix of guilt and resolve swelling within her. She had made her first move without their knowledge, but now she would step into their world on her terms. *This isn't over,* she thought. *It's just the beginning.*
The Arashihara Kingdom, known for its careful strategies and deep-seated pride, had always kept a watchful eye on the Kagayaku Kingdom. Inside the grand hall of the Arashihara palace, Emperor Daiken sat on his throne, his seven sons gathered before him. The air was heavy with anticipation as they discussed the recent invitation sent to Kagayaku for the upcoming diplomatic banquet, a gesture of peace wrapped in a cloak of formality.
"I wonder if they'll accept this time," Satoru, the eldest, mused, his arms crossed over his chest. "King Daiki has been avoiding any real engagement with us for years."
Daichi, the second eldest, nodded in agreement. "Even if they attend, it will be nothing more than a charade. Their hesitance speaks volumes about their mistrust."
Ryuu, the youngest and most curious, tilted his head. "But isn't that exactly why we need to keep extending the invitation? To show them we're not their enemy?"
"Or to remind them of our strength," Isamu added, his voice steady and calm. "Either way, it's a calculated move. Father doesn't send these invitations lightly."
Emperor Daiken raised a hand, silencing his sons' discussion. "The invitation serves multiple purposes, my sons. On the surface, it is a gesture of goodwill. Beneath, it is a test of their intentions and a chance to observe how they respond. We need to understand whether King Daiki truly seeks to isolate Kagayaku or if he hides something more profound."
Kazu and Haru exchanged a glance. "And if they come?" Kazu asked.
"If they come," Daiken said, his gaze sharpening, "we will welcome them graciously, but we will not lower our guard. Satoru, you will take the lead in ensuring that every movement of theirs is monitored. Haru and Kazu, you will oversee the preparations. Isamu, coordinate with the guards to maintain security."
"And what about us?" Yuji asked, gesturing to himself and Ryuu.
"You will attend to the guests and observe. Your roles are no less important. Every detail matters," Daiken replied firmly.
The brothers nodded, their expressions a mix of determination and curiosity. Though they all had their own reservations about Kagayaku, none could deny the importance of this meeting.
"Father," Satoru said, breaking the silence, "do you think Princess Hana will come this time?"
The mention of Hana's name brought a slight pause to Daiken's expression before he resumed his stoic demeanor. "If she does, it will be under strict supervision. The princess is not as naïve as she may seem, and her presence could signal many things. Remain vigilant."
The discussion ended, and the brothers dispersed, each lost in their own thoughts. While the diplomatic banquet was cloaked in the guise of peace, everyone in the Arashihara palace understood that it was far more than a mere dinner—it was a battle of wills and a test of loyalties.
The tension between the two kingdoms was palpable, and the distance between their thrones seemed far greater than the physical miles that separated them. Both rulers, though separated by borders, harbored suspicions and questions that gnawed at their minds.
As Emperor Daiken sat in the grand hall of Arashihara, his sharp gaze drifted toward the distant horizon visible through the tall windows. *What secrets are you lurking, Emperor Daiki?* he pondered silently, his fingers drumming rhythmically against the armrest of his throne. Despite his composed exterior, his mind was a storm of calculations.
The Kagayaku Kingdom's evasiveness over the years, their refusal to engage in open diplomacy, and now the enigmatic Princess Hana's brief yet puzzling visit to Arashihara—it all felt like pieces of a larger puzzle waiting to be solved.
Across the border, in the heart of Kagayaku, Emperor Daiki stood near the balcony of his chambers, the cold night air brushing against his face. The moonlight illuminated his furrowed brows as he gazed in the direction of Arashihara. His mind was equally restless. *What are you up to, Emperor Daiken?* he thought, gripping the railing tightly.
Despite his protective nature toward his daughter and his people, he knew his guarded actions might appear suspicious to others. Yet, he couldn't shake the feeling that Daiken's invitations and gestures of peace were anything but innocent.
Both rulers, powerful in their own right, shared a mutual mistrust—a war fought not on battlefields but within their minds. As the wheels of diplomacy turned and unseen moves were made, neither could fully uncover the other's intentions.
What they didn't know, however, was that their children were beginning to form their own connections, threads that could either mend or further entangle the fraying bond between the two kingdoms.
The silence of the night deepened, but neither ruler found solace in it. Emperor Daiken paced his throne room, his sons' recent report of the princess's presence replaying in his mind. The festival, a show of Arashihara's cultural pride and unity, now seemed to carry a deeper significance.
*Why would Kagayaku's princess come unannounced?* he thought, his footsteps echoing in the grand hall. *And why would Emperor Daiki allow it, knowing the risks?* He clenched his fists. *Or perhaps… he didn't.*
"Summon Satoru," Daiken ordered a nearby guard. His eldest son's sharp mind and steady demeanor were what he needed now. As the guard left to fetch Satoru, Daiken's thoughts darkened. He couldn't let himself trust this visit, no matter how harmless it seemed. For all he knew, it could be the prelude to something far greater—a distraction, a test, or worse, a trap.
In Kagayaku, Emperor Daiki's unease mirrored his counterpart's. He sat across from Queen Emiko in their private chamber, the room dimly lit by flickering lanterns.
"She went to Arashihara," Emiko finally said, breaking the silence. Her voice was calm, but there was a trace of worry beneath it. "Hana defied us."
Daiki's jaw tightened. "I know. She's reckless, just like her mother was at her age." He leaned back, his hands gripping the arms of his chair. "But it's not her defiance that concerns me. It's what Daiken will do with her presence there."
Emiko frowned. "Do you think he suspects something?"
"He's always suspected something," Daiki replied sharply. "But this? This could give him leverage. If he claims Hana as a spy or an unwelcome intruder, he could use it to rally his people against us. And if he sees her innocence, he might manipulate her—draw her into his web."
Emiko sighed, her hand brushing against her husband's. "Perhaps it's time to tell her the truth, Daiki."
He stiffened, pulling his hand away. "Not yet," he said firmly. "Hana can't know about the pact. Not until she's ready."
"And when will that be?" Emiko countered, her tone rising. "She's already stepping into the unknown, making decisions that could impact both kingdoms. Keeping her in the dark will only endanger her further."
Daiki stood abruptly, his shadow looming over her. "I said *not yet*," he repeated, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Until then, we keep watching. We'll see what Daiken does next."
Back in Arashihara, Satoru entered the throne room, his brothers trailing behind him. They bowed before their father, sensing the weight of his summons.
"You've met the princess," Daiken began, his gaze piercing. "What's your assessment?"
Satoru stepped forward, his voice steady. "She was cautious, yet curious. I sensed no immediate ill intent, but her actions were… unusual."
"And her guard?" Daiken pressed.
"Loyal," Satoru replied. "But wary. He kept her close, almost too close, as if protecting her from more than just us."
Daiken nodded, his expression unreadable. "Keep an eye on her movements. If she returns, I want to know the moment she crosses our border."
His sons exchanged glances but said nothing, each understanding the unspoken tension. As they left the throne room, their minds buzzed with questions. What was their father truly afraid of? And how far would he go to protect Arashihara from whatever secrets Kagayaku was hiding?
The air in the Arashihara castle was thick with unspoken thoughts as the princes left the throne room. Satoru, as always, took the lead, his sharp eyes scanning the corridors ahead. Daichi followed closely, his expression thoughtful, while the younger brothers lingered behind, whispering among themselves.
"What do you think Father is so worried about?" Ryuu asked, his curiosity evident.
"Something bigger than a runaway princess, that's for sure," Haru muttered. "He's never this tense unless it involves Kagayaku."
"Kazu," Yuji added, glancing at his quieter brother, "you've been unusually quiet. What's on your mind?"
Kazu hesitated, then sighed. "It's strange, isn't it? Princess Hana coming here unannounced, with just one guard, during a festival. She must've known how risky it was, yet she came anyway. There's more to this than we're being told."
Satoru stopped abruptly, causing his brothers to nearly bump into him. He turned, his expression unreadable. "Father isn't telling us everything. That much is clear. But our job is to follow orders, not question them."
Daichi stepped up beside him. "Still, we can't ignore what we've seen. If Hana's visit wasn't just a foolish whim, it means something's brewing between the kingdoms. And if that's the case, we need to be prepared."
Meanwhile, Princess Hana sat in her chamber in Kagayaku, staring out at the horizon. The vivid memories of the festival replayed in her mind—the laughter of the crowds, the warmth of the lanterns, and the intense, fleeting encounters with the princes of Arashihara. There was a heaviness in her chest, a sense that something monumental had shifted, though she couldn't yet understand what.
Kazuki's voice cut through her thoughts. "Princess, you've been distant since we returned."
She turned to face him, his steady presence a welcome comfort. "I'm just... trying to make sense of everything, Kazuki."
"About the festival?" he prompted gently, his sharp eyes observing her closely.
She nodded. "About everything. I can't shake the feeling that my visit to Arashihara wasn't just a coincidence. It felt… important somehow. Like it wasn't meant to be just a brief adventure."
Kazuki sighed, leaning against the doorframe. "Hana, you know you're treading on thin ice, don't you? Your parents are already furious. If they suspect you're still dwelling on what happened, things could get worse."
Her gaze hardened, and she stood, walking to her balcony to stare at the distant mountains. "Kazuki, I can feel it. Father and Mother are hiding something from me—something big. Why else would they be so cautious about Arashihara?"
Before Kazuki could reply, a knock at the door interrupted their conversation. They exchanged a wary glance before he stepped forward to answer.
The guard at the door handed Kazuki a sealed scroll. "A message from Arashihara, addressed to Emperor Daiki," he announced before bowing and walking away.
Kazuki closed the door and turned back to Hana, holding the scroll cautiously. "Another message from Arashihara. What do you think it says?"
Hana's eyes fixated on the scroll, her heartbeat quickening. "Kazuki, let me see it."
His brows furrowed, and he shook his head firmly. "Absolutely not. This is for the Emperor, not you."
"But it's about me, I know it is!" she exclaimed, stepping closer. "Kazuki, I have to know. Please."
Kazuki hesitated, his loyalty pulling him in two directions. Finally, with a sigh of resignation, he placed the scroll on the table. "If anyone asks, I didn't see this."
Hana didn't waste a moment. With trembling hands, she broke the seal and unrolled the parchment, her eyes scanning the words quickly. Her breath caught as the cryptic message unfolded:
*Kagayaku's actions are shrouded in secrecy. Your daughter's presence here has raised questions we can no longer ignore. It is time we discuss the future of our kingdoms before peace becomes untenable.*
The message was signed in bold, elegant script: *Emperor Daiken.*
Hana's hands shook as she placed the scroll back on the table. Her thoughts raced, piecing together the puzzle. "He knows," she whispered, her voice laced with anxiety. "Kazuki, Emperor Daiken knows something. And he's forcing Father into a corner."
Kazuki stepped closer, his expression grave. "Hana, this is dangerous. Whatever's happening between Kagayaku and Arashihara, you're at the center of it. We need to be careful."
Her gaze hardened with resolve. "I'm tired of being kept in the dark, Kazuki. If I'm part of this, then I deserve to know the truth. And I'm going to find it, no matter what."
"Princess," Kazuki called out in concern, his voice tinged with both worry and urgency. "I know you want to find out the truth, but if this gets out of hand, your life, and the kingdom will be at risk." He stepped closer, his expression firm yet pleading. "This isn't just about you, Hana. It's about the balance between two kingdoms. A single misstep could ignite something far worse than any of us can control."
Hana turned to face him, her resolve unwavering despite the weight of his words. "Kazuki, I understand the risks. But how can I stand idly by when secrets about my life—and the peace of our kingdoms—are being kept from me? If I don't act now, who will? This isn't just about me wanting answers; it's about protecting what's important to me."
Kazuki sighed deeply, raking a hand through his hair. "And what if the answers you find lead to consequences you're not ready for? What if knowing the truth only brings more pain?"
Hana's eyes softened, but the determination remained. "Then I'll face it, whatever it may be. I'd rather know the truth and bear the pain than live in ignorance and let the kingdom suffer because of it."
Kazuki hesitated, torn between his duty to protect her and his loyalty to her wishes. Finally, he nodded, his shoulders slumping slightly. "If you're determined to see this through, then you won't face it alone. I'll be by your side, no matter what happens."
A faint smile graced Hana's lips, a flicker of gratitude breaking through her seriousness. "Thank you, Kazuki. Your support means everything to me."
Kazuki stepped back slightly, his tone more composed. "Just promise me, Princess—be careful. We're walking on a knife's edge, and any wrong move could cost us dearly."
Hana nodded solemnly, her gaze returning to the scroll on the table. "I promise. But I won't let fear hold me back. Not this time."
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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