Several minutes had passed before the icy girl actually moved. Turning to one side, then to the other, Yoshino searched for her best friend. Perhaps she was under the sheets. Digging her left hand under the sheets and clawing around, the blue-haired princess brought forth the white puppet that served to be her partner in crime. "Good morning Yoshinon." she would greet the puppet with the most reticent voice.
Alas, she retrieved herself from the bed and prepared for breakfast. Coming from a rich background, it was obvious that someone else would prepare the meal but she herself had to ready up. This was the everyday routine of the poor child. Exquisite and noble, the princess wore a simple white dress with pink frills all around. And finally, she walked out of her room to greet the dreaded day.
Step, step, step. Left foot, right, left foot again, right. With each step down the stairs, she felt closer and closer to vomiting. The twisting of her intestines intensified and became unbearable. But the poor child would never show such pain to her parents. Upon reaching the table, she'd greet the devils hiding under human flesh. "Good morning father. Good morning mother."