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He took a final bite of the breakfast, unable to eat more, while listening to his young servant's words, the sweet sincere voice almost calming even in this simple explanation. A soft smile spread on his lips, and he rose from the bed, moving to a small dark mahogany chest, fingers lifting the lid retrieving a gold and silver coins. It wasn't a fortune, probably about half of what he was going to send, but he slipped it into a soft leather pouch, before returning to the boy. A warm smile and for just a moment he lifted his fingers to brush against his cheek, before reaching down to take his hand, turning it up and placing the pouch into it with the other, Shizu's large strong hands holding Aijou's between them while placing the pouch, before pulling them back away, a tingle in the back of his mind at the touch, one he didn't quite understand.
"Here Aijou, you have been a great comfort to me, take this to send to her, as a personal thanks from me. A don't tell......her..... You know how .....she..... is about money."
The 'her' and 'she' Shizu referred to was his 'wife' the vain shallow woman who would would be angry beyond description if she knew Shizu had given the boy money. she felt the servants were overpaid as it was. Then with a heavy sigh he turned to the wardrobe, he could not simply enjoy the morning with Aijou, there were several planning sessions and a report meeting with the King he had to attend.
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