The familiar cadence of her accent brought a warmth to Haruto's expression. There was something comforting about hearing the language of his homeland spoken so naturally, especially when accompanied by such gracious manners. He inclined his head in a respectful bow, his eyes bright Konnichiwa, Mori-san. I am Haruto Fujiwara cousin to the Empress and Rekishiya of our family. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.

Though imperial blood ran through his veins Haruto had never considered his lineage reason to place himself above others. If anything he believed it afforded him a greater obligation to treat those around him with kindness and consideration.

A hunter? His ears tipped forward Then I owe you my gratitude. It is no small responsibility, ensuring that our people are well fed. there was no empty flattery in his words, only sincere appreciation for work that was so often taken for granted.

He settled comfortably upon his haunches careful to leave her plenty of room. Tell me, Mori-san do you often come here after your hunts? he inquired gently. I imagine someone who spends so much of her time caring for others deserves a little peace of her own,

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