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princess maker - Taisho Roman Revolution
[ When you insert the key and open the door, you'll find the room inside looks like the living room of a mansion. There are several doors, but one in particular stands out to you: it is ornately decorated, the very door's wood itself carved beautifully with gold etched in to make luxurious patterns depicting what looks like the sky and the wind blowing through the grasslands. Though the door is closed, you can see through it—as if it's somewhat transparent.
The room is painted baby blue and a gold-plated cradle sits in the room. Inside, a baby cries - high pitched and noisy, though immediately a nurse comes in to rock the child back to sleep. ]
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[ Slowly, the scene changes, fading in and out with various silent scenes—the baby sits up, trying to climb out of her cradle; a little toddler dressed prettily with expensive clothes beams pleasantly; a tantrum, thrown by the little girl who's distressed; the little girl holding a puppy, pleased as punch; then the wall becomes opaque. ]
[ In the middle of the open doorway, a young girl the age of 10 sits on a chair, smiling at you. a golden retriever is curled up beside her.
This is your little girl. you couldn't help spoiling her, honestly - after all, she's a noble too, and she should like to become a princess as well. She deserves it! But you also know, with how your history's gone, she's going to have to work to get to the top. Still, you have faith in her - she's your girl, after all. ]
The room is painted baby blue and a gold-plated cradle sits in the room. Inside, a baby cries - high pitched and noisy, though immediately a nurse comes in to rock the child back to sleep. ]
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[ Slowly, the scene changes, fading in and out with various silent scenes—the baby sits up, trying to climb out of her cradle; a little toddler dressed prettily with expensive clothes beams pleasantly; a tantrum, thrown by the little girl who's distressed; the little girl holding a puppy, pleased as punch; then the wall becomes opaque. ]
[ In the middle of the open doorway, a young girl the age of 10 sits on a chair, smiling at you. a golden retriever is curled up beside her.
This is your little girl. you couldn't help spoiling her, honestly - after all, she's a noble too, and she should like to become a princess as well. She deserves it! But you also know, with how your history's gone, she's going to have to work to get to the top. Still, you have faith in her - she's your girl, after all. ]
Re: DECISION.
[ she sits up after getting over her daze, cupping her face. yeah that's sure a broken nose ]
Re: DECISION.
This show of temper does not have to define you, even if this violence dwells within your breast.
[ Reaching out gingerly, and then pulling out a black lace handkerchief for her. ]
Use this to stem the blood for now.
Re: DECISION.
[ she takes the handkerchief and presses it to her nose, staying silent. ]
Re: DECISION.
I only wish your path could be less thorny than the one I had to walk. I will have guards called to investigate this, at the least.
Re: DECISION.
she'll just lay there for a bit
before she starts crying. ]
Re: DECISION.
You must have suffered so much, those vulgar people all around you. Did we not try hard enough to understand you, to give you a place to shelter from their slings and arrows? If only I had done more.
Re: DECISION.
Re: DECISION.
This time, I will not stand for excuses. The others will listen to me, and we will hire you a guard: one for you, and another for your workshop.
Re: DECISION.
Re: DECISION.
does it look like it will still fit her? ]
Re: DECISION.
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And then presents it to her ]
You recall what this is, yes?
Re: DECISION.
[ taking it and putting it on. ]
...
I love you, father.
Re: DECISION.
[ Smiling at her, softly ]
You have come so long since you first forged that. I do not believe even a single bit of it was in vain. If ever you feel weak, recall where you started— the great unwashed can say what they like. You have proof of your own progress and worth.