the butterflies in fuyumi’s stomach are equal amounts excitement and dread; it isn’t often the young princess finds herself walking among her subjects, and even less so on a quest for her own self - fulfillment . . . if being coerced into sneaking out could be called such a thing.
‘ are you sure this is okay . . . ? ’ unsure fingers tug at the adorned sleeves of her dress. surely it would be ⸻ caenis is good and kind enough to be sure of it ⸻ but knowing her father . . . ‘ i'm . . . i’m skipping my etiquette lessons . . . ’
@arseia.













