Mao's tenth in line for the throne. "That's better than seventieth," Lady Shizuka points out, but they both know she's kidding. Lady Shizuka wouldn't like to be monarch. Neither, Mao thinks, would she. Mostly she's just princess.
When they'd both gone away from China, Yuna had hugged Mao from her carriage and whispered, "You'll write, won't you? Tell me you'll write first." The only reason Mao hadn't hugged back as hard as she'd have liked was that the carriage door was in the way.
"Not unless you write first," Mao said, perfectly serious, and Kim had smiled like she knew Mao would write first. The horsemen had cracked the whip and the carriage started moving.
"Not unless you write first!" Mao yelled after her, but she didn't know if Yuna could hear, even though she leaned out of the carriage and waved hard, her handkerchief fluttering in the wind. And then Mao's handler had taken her indoors and given her a scolding about dignified partings.
Neither of them had written. Mao still had Yuna's address, of course, but she'd said she wouldn't write first, and anyway Yuna was probably too busy.
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Date: Wednesday, 14 April 2010 02:30 (UTC)Mao's tenth in line for the throne. "That's better than seventieth," Lady Shizuka points out, but they both know she's kidding. Lady Shizuka wouldn't like to be monarch. Neither, Mao thinks, would she. Mostly she's just princess.
When they'd both gone away from China, Yuna had hugged Mao from her carriage and whispered, "You'll write, won't you? Tell me you'll write first." The only reason Mao hadn't hugged back as hard as she'd have liked was that the carriage door was in the way.
"Not unless you write first," Mao said, perfectly serious, and Kim had smiled like she knew Mao would write first. The horsemen had cracked the whip and the carriage started moving.
"Not unless you write first!" Mao yelled after her, but she didn't know if Yuna could hear, even though she leaned out of the carriage and waved hard, her handkerchief fluttering in the wind. And then Mao's handler had taken her indoors and given her a scolding about dignified partings.
Neither of them had written. Mao still had Yuna's address, of course, but she'd said she wouldn't write first, and anyway Yuna was probably too busy.