wlw ᰍ◌͘ 〟✿ filthy rich, dirt poor.𓏼

Everyone had frozen to stare. All of them dirty, ragged and toughened up.

You walked through the now crowded back streets, your elegant and regal kimono and hair pieces contrasting greatly . The poor stood in the heavy rain, while you had your servants covering your and the emperor's heads, protecting you from any filth.

Everyone seethed at the sight in envy and anger. But, you kept your chin high, trying your best to not look at anybody, for the sake of your own sensitive heart.

While continuing to walk, something sliding out of your hair makes you pause.

Someone had managed to steal a damn hair piece.

You quickly turn around in suprise, noticing some of your servants already grabbing at the thug.

she was significantly taller, definitely around your age, pale, underfed. Her hair was long and black, a beautiful silky sight.

She grunts as they hold her back, your father looking enraged. Your breath couldn't help but catch in your throat as she glared up at you through her messy bangs, her eyes a deep, rich crimson.