The day dawned with the whispers of the maids chattering piercing through the open windows. Pushing off the covers with a sigh, Hito squinted towards the chamber doors that yawned open. The maids, their heads a mass of brown, ginger and maroon dots rushing around the room.
Ah, he was now of noble ranking, he recalled. Over the months, life had somehow led him to save a woman on the brink of death. To repay his kindness of extending her life, the lady by the title of Countess had offered to adopt him as her son. Despite the bizzarity of the idea, the Count had agreed to his wife's plea and requested for Hito to become their son. The old couple had no children of their own and had always longed for a son. Funny enough, the pair had striking features that bore a similarity to Hito. Almost to the extent that they could be mistaken for his birth parents. Maybe that was why Hito had been crazy enough to agree to their pleas. Although Sakura had also encouraged him to do so.
