Orotubashi

The sun was high when news of the hedge-rounded kingdom came upon my ears. My father sat merrily at the table, one of his sharpened daggers being used to slice the beast that lay roasted on their tabletop. I awaited patiently for him to finish as our maiden set out the finishing touches of our devine silverware, a delicately curved spoon, three-pronged fork, and sharp, glittering knife for each china plate, set precariously with a gracefully folded red handkerchief. I smiled politely at my sisters and brothers as they came in, following my mother to their seats. She waited for the maid to pull back the chair next to me before seating herself