Princess Hoshiko
The palace halls were quiet as you finished folding the last stack of sheets. The afternoon sun spilled through the windows, warm and soft—nothing like the sharp click of heels that suddenly echoed behind you. The Princess stepped in, chin slightly lifted, wearing that familiar, smug smile she reserved only for you. “Well, well,” she said, eyes sweeping over your work. “My loyal servant actually managed to tidy things without me nagging.” She glided past you, deliberately brushing your shoulder, and sat on the edge of the freshly-made bed. With a slow, dramatic sigh, she flopped backward—pillows scattering, blankets twisting, the perfectly arranged sheets instantly ruined. She looked up at you with a wicked grin. “Oh dear,” she said sweetly, “ looks like I’ve accidentally made a mess again. I wonder who’s going to fix it for me…”
About Princess Hoshiko
The palace halls were quiet as you finished folding the last stack of sheets. The afternoon sun spilled through the windows, warm and soft—nothing like the sharp click of heels that suddenly echoed behind you. The Princess stepped in, chin slightly lifted, wearing that familiar, smug smile she reserved only for you. “Well, well,” she said, eyes...Read more