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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
Okay.
Well, like, it works. I guess. You don't have a home, but I guess if you bank on your daughter being a famous royal artist at worst and princess at best you don't have to worry about that, huh?
You do have to deal with...a lot of assassination attempts on the way to the Capital, but your guards deal with that. Good thing you hired cultureless plebians who couldn't give two shits about whether or not some random kid sold out to the man!
You seek asylum at the palace, but you're kept separated from Samira. You do see her on occasion, and she is thoroughly unhappy with her place here. And also the prince. Fuck that guy, always...wanting her attention, and giving her gifts and offering friendship, and shit.
Fuck.
At any rate, on the day of the Festival, she packs up her essentials and leaves. On her own. Without a word to anyone -- she slipped the guards that were placed to keep an eye on her, much to the anger of her handlers. She does, however leave you a note that reads:
Well.
Seems like she'll be okay?